Upside
ephemeral shovels, anti-cinders,
quick to plumb startled irises,
not-so-depthless pupils,
no aspect of the darkness flees.
spears of the solar
they cleanse tarry wells
and impel a gaze so high,
above the truculence of roots,
above dull shamble-mumblings,
such daybreak!
glistens!
incessant trickles through leaves.
a flutter of springboards.
a hover of the coruscant.
serene
and yet hope climbs onward still.
joyous the erratic, radiant ladder.
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