The luminescence of foxfire
bathes decaying wood.
Suffused, languished light
yearning for the magic
that lives in old books
and fond familiar thoughts.
Meridian shadows can
gull a blind blue eye
into higher thoughts
that quickly drop beneath
dark forest canopies,
and eternal nights of
faintly obscuring leaves.
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