In the Ruby Way Some Nights Hold Sway

In the ruby way some nights hold sway,

igniting through their jeweled fire a brilliant redness

in what you’d mistakenly assumed was deadness –

in that sacred light you hadn’t bargained for –

which seems now to invite the luminous collective

spirit of all people you have loved who’ve died –

in the glide of this arrival, and its patent proof

of the survival of what can’t be named, but is –

you think you may have found another way to know.

Perhaps you have. There’s so much in this glow.







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