Inspiration,
a genie whose lamp
one rubs, hoping
for a spark,
a hiss of steam,
to allay the darkness,
the death of things.
A discombobulate fruit,
to yearn in despair,
to feel in vulnerability,
absolute, eternal:
A purgatory of insight,
a corridor of punishments,
where one breathes
your faith in light; your own.
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