the platitudes of willful resemblance

the light has sometimes painful burning but I miss the sun on my up turned face.

the
light
has
sometimes
painful
burning
but
I
miss
the
sun
on
my
up
turned
face.

                                           the
                              light
                                                    has
                      sometimes
                                           painful
                                                        burning
                                                                        but
                                             I miss
                                                            the sun                           
                                                                           on my
                                               up turned
                           face.

 – Hoc Scripsi