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Literary performance, essays, and spoken-word confessions from an author known only as Woolfinius Jackson Whürl. A voice from the Dust Meridian, reading the pages he never meant to send.
Daughterlight
The first home any of us knew, was a mother's heart.
Tonight she is
soft and loved,
by the warm light
only a daughter
can bestow.
Tonight
no candle flame
can match the heart
and tiny hands
she once felt growing inside her.
Unseen,
they still reach
for her face,
as though the whole world
were simple as:
a mother,
an evening,
and love enough
to light eternity.
The first light,
best light,
we ever know.
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