Life in Permutation

© Markus Russin

But could there ever be and wait
In dimness, feral rainbow dust
A place for those entitled to
The splendid light in mirrors where
No one remains and none surpasses?
If so, how could this world of boredom
Fill lurking hearts with truest needs
And build amongst the ancient ruins
A healing home, a kind retreat?

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