August 3, 2010
damn the light.
curse of seething power
from arbitration lifts the shadow veil
dims dimensions
and deepens dissonance to dominate depth
thus brightening death.

the sun plays at unmasker, urn-smasher
unentombs a flash of what were
meaning long unseen
and all the more radically relevant
in a light where the piece is valued
for the clay and not the pot.

beams of itself-wrought revelation
storm forth from splendor
to humble the humble
allure the avaricious
and lay low those likely locking the biggest secrets
in the smallest urn.

given all its glory, a usurper god.
the sun rises to a graveyard.

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