Trespass

Forbidden light, pushing
my papery precipice
of tear-able reality.
When I trespass
that light and
all words become
One and those two
covers of my dictionary
meet, my wordy-art complete,
I will have found my luminous
seat.  Beyond the shaded
pages of muses’ eyes
doth I slumber, soundlessly.

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