Somewhere
in the dark bowels of the earth,
in a cave
primitive,
secret,
a lamp was lit.
Its light
like curious hands
touched,
felt,
poked,
unwrapped
centuries of sleep
from the hidden crevices,
the bare walls,
the slippery fungus,
the ashes,
the layers of dust.
and rekindled
the fire
that had burnt out,
leaving behind
latent potency...
wrapped
in ignorance.
in the dark bowels of the earth,
in a cave
primitive,
secret,
a lamp was lit.
Its light
like curious hands
touched,
felt,
poked,
unwrapped
centuries of sleep
from the hidden crevices,
the bare walls,
the slippery fungus,
the ashes,
the layers of dust.
and rekindled
the fire
that had burnt out,
leaving behind
latent potency...
wrapped
in ignorance.
Alright, I'm biased.
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"and rekindled
the fire" ...
I know this light. I know it's hands.
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