Light floods into the cavity
and we find it sweet
being passengers
light drips with lustre
from our sultry eyes
and we are lighthearted
light falls from our lungs
as pneumonic dust
in the speaking of mantras
light comes in golden gobs
as we cough up riches
the spine of dark is broken
light floods the tunnel
as the underground pulls itself
out of the earth
light becomes momentum
as the embryonic earth
crawls to Midas' ghost
the next station is Angel
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