There’s the white light girl, in between the rocks.
In between, she takes command.
She hardly makes an effort.
For her white light kindly clings.
I’ve seen these others try it.
Color and reflection, baubles that distract.
Some kind of sideshow horror.
There are no white light apes.
Nothing like the white light girl.
Nothing far from genuine.
Simple rapture, simply pure.
Simply bare, the simple way.
About Brian Looney
The written word has called to me since I was very young. I spend(and have spent) much of my time reading good works and attempting to improve my poetic powers--my mind is often centered on my writing. I'm from Albuquerque, NM USA. Somewhere along the way I landed a BA in English, but I don't quite remember much of that. I may have a bad attitude, but I am a focused writer, and I have developed(am developing) a voice which grants me strength to stand.
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