In The Last Light Poem by Fred Rik Kesner
In The Last Light
'In the Last Light'
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
all the rooms have surrendered
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peels -
eggshells of heavy-footed plunder...
yet I remain
revelation, fall free
on this soul that has been bound
revelation fall, free
release this pretender from the ground
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