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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