Poetry dated 02/12/2026
A lonely green light
miles apart, drifting further out
The night sky never changes
yet I look up every night
Twinkling away,
shimmering dilapadations
swaying beneath the moonlight
like innocent and vulgar girls
Indefinite strings of lights,
can I touch? No, you can watch.
The progenitor, the primodial flame
shines each light I can recall.
On the same page,
a Vergilian verse states
a flame grows from the inside,
engulfing the man,
sparing the woman.
Every blaze plunders, pillages, seizes
the soul
When ash crumbles
the air reaks of the foulest odor-
regret.
The smoke of regret lingers long
enough to erode smell.
After the inferno, screams are not
necessary.
All the yells cannot reach a god unknown.
The key! What is the key?
Listen to each whisper, hum each melody, laugh at comedy, cry at tragedy, and love.
With all your heart.
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