Brilliance
Natural Brilliance
watches
Itself.
Natural brilliance,
watching
shining pinafores,
the meadow grasses
waving, waving, waving
in the Sun
nothing to do
but wordless emancipation
but wordless emancipation
all matter not,
no longer
strangling vines
about the neck,
no longer
strangling vines
about the neck,
no longer
parched lips,
no longer
a brother I do not know,
that is not my shining night,
my shining star,
Eternity,
come ‘round at last
to show me
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