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Remote
Fill the crystal goblet,
Letter by letter,
Into the blight of this night -
With headlights
That
Scatter;
Nothing completely matters,
Mostly…
As the spirits inside
Mosey -
Ghostly,
Like ghouls
Visiting upon a soul
Standing
In
Shadow
At the window sill
Seeking
Out
Something sacred,
Divine,
Remote.
Published 26th Mar 2022
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