The thick green canopy
blocks light
I thought I saw the sun
Smirking at me
through the leaves
But it was just a flash of genius
A revelatory surprise
The light of my own
Conscious,
unconscious,
subconscious
desires
Disassociating in a
Fit of clarity
The desires that once
Eclipsed my vision
Decay, creating
light
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