Interwebs

I had just written a poem
Where, I reached a gulf of darkness and deep thoughts.

In the poem, a beautiful entity
Immediately enters into this darkness:

A beacon becoming a prism/becoming fractals of filaments of light.

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In any event, on the next night
I was out, riding my bike, when I reached
a gulf of darkness and deep thoughts,
this being, a road
that travels up an incline, from light to light/night to night.

I was perhaps a quarter of the way
down the road
when
what did I: Suddenly behold.

The Fox.

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Trotting from left shadow to right shadow, stopping
to gaze

into my maze/projecting

something
which interconnects