It's a moment of light, a pause in dilute
suspended
warmth, within this captive
ravening
gloom.
It's a glimpse of tendril, a flush of slight
fragile
movement, within this encircling
rictus of
decay.
It's the merest of nothings, a hint of unfolding
frozen
breath, within this calcified
ruinous
hole.
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