small wound #59
contact.
contact.
a light thrives
in the void
where only fear lingers
It doesn’t scatter.
It stays whole,
and I follow
a faint glow moves within it—
slow,
alive
I try to name it
I fail
he answers
in color
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I love the visuals that you paired with it! And there’s a curiosity to this poem and I want more👏🏼