3 am
full moon in the lemon tree
and a warm wind travels in the
woods above the house
hush. it is the world’s darkest hour:
every soul is closest to death now
iridescence
go and ride a thousand days, my clear-eyed messengers, scour all points of the compass and find me a glimpse of iridescence for shining guidance into the unknown on the day that I die
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