I.⠀
endless wicks,
sticks of wax⠀
splinters
in the heels
of giants⠀
light the oil lamp
call it a wake⠀
light the fuse
call it elation⠀
light up nothing
call it fake⠀
light upon wings
call it all celebration⠀
II.⠀
folding back and shaking
the apparatus⠀
dew slides away
and a new challenger
frees itself
from the penumbra⠀
III.⠀
nothing quite like it
©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell
From the book in the current
Author: Kevin Trent Boswell
Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.
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