Oddness
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Your soul desires bioluminescence.
It is this oddness of the soul that brings
The shore’s envisaged rejuvenescence
And gives those ghosts, religions, glimmering wings.
A certain coolness comes. A warmth would be
Too neighborly. A calmness comes as mild
As firefly light in August woods. Souls see
This with their inner eye. This eye is wild,
Beyond control of laboratories filled
With slicing instruments. This eye is more
A splicing spirit, more like dying twilled
With everlastingnesses made to soar.
Your oddity is essence not apart
From you but fashioned from a prophet’s heart.
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