Rite of Passage

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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I walk on
brass which
shivers and vibrates

Metallic pavement
of golden
tremblings.

Inside a vast
green lantern
of wood

A sun is
blazing, cosmic
lighthouse.

Properly
speaking I am
intoxicated

Having consumed
too much
darkness.

With sound
exploding all
around me

Roar from
the wings of a
white vimana

My footsteps
detonate a
golden noise.

The walkways
thunder, delicate
music.






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