when i leave, i hope my light burns the brightest

[Guest Rustic Monk]

when i leave, i hope my light burns the brightest

gabriel duncan

ease the ridicule

as the wind begins to go

like a frightened sparrow

trapped behind a window

certain safety close but far away

trapped for one last day

ease the blinding pain

so that i may walk again

among the grand vins stalks

whose providence lies plain

in plots,

it rots in the terroir

flutter not so hard

there's no bard to purity

no extraordinary weigh-in

maillard offers no obscurity

just a lacquered box

and a printed effigy

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