Deihasth (Humble Guest)
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And I see the Light. I am devoted to it. Grateful that each time it calls me forward with radiant flame. I reach for it. I weep for it. I burn alive. Lord, have mercy.
Some things break only to become sacred. Fragment from my current work in progress.
Today is my birthday, and instead of words, I leave my work. Sometimes angels don't console. They stay to bear witness. Would you like to see— or would you rather turn away?
