we may live in the belly of one
but there really are no ‘beasts’
(the word applies only to humans)
each fear has been designed & built
on a previous one
sometimes a small candle
is enough to make
bottomless dark
light
call it non-negotiable
containers forever overflowing
can’t spill into mediocrity
broken streets
filled with feet
tears
hands of candleholders
will rise
--- e b bortz
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