The big lives of small children 

Awakened by

Voices of early risers 

Small children

With big voices 

So much 

Personality 

They occupy 

Far more space 

Than their bodies 

Would belie 


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Light, Love

Like something
Jane Austen would’ve wrote,

Dancing around edges,
Flickering, flirting, motion,
Seducing me, drawing me
Closer than I should;

Then I would dare if I were
Rational. But that mind
Sleeps on the edge of
Where darkness meets
Light.