vortex ascension
sun splits dimensions
An eye above
an arms length
shines
a spill of gloss
enamor lush
rushes in the
throes this grasp
The wind of lust
gushes in its
rush
behind the whirling
hum of a summer
fan

prism beads the
sheen on arms
shimmer like
lights of the edge
the tiny stars
shivering
in this dusk
of darkness

the pummel heart
swelling in its
tender cage
racing

Window tall
cascades the
brilliance
coating like
gold
the molten
show

spinning
from dreams
the magic
draw

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