Strike light on files marked personal.
Deviants cower in darkness entering ninth circle.
Surprise heated by sunrise awaits.
Perception flows over rock, glistening green algae.
You have discovered an enclave, but not a shelter.
Enter in silence. Dante is sleeping.
Set to right damage caused by natural disaster,
good intentions flow down the line, broad-handled in space.
History provides other occasion for outpour and edit.
Beneath bid bridges, troubled waters swirl and eddy.
Focus is on the heart, waiting for liberation.
Heather in blossom,
rock chastened hive.