At a Simple Gesture

 


At a simple gesture

The fetid mass begins to glow and undulate

The warm of skitterlings scatter,

Fearful of new events

The chill, damp air softens

And a breeze stirs the deep dust

Bringing a gentle warmth

Unseen here in ages

The murky film of muck crumbles from the glass

Piercing rays overtake the shadowy corners

This diseased, abandoned hovel is transformed

At a simple gesture.

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