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i deny your charge
that life is a sentence
too dull to drag onward
which pulls up short
of its circuit,
at whose heart
lies a longing
to radiate the room
and glue a glow to the walls.
this life is electric light
a predicted sequence
of turning on to a current
or shutting down
to the length of a leash
staked to the ground.

it came as no surprise,
the seasonal darkness
our tethers afforded us
to cover our troubles.
this event, best viewed in reverse,
has handed you by chance
the room for release of
an ancient display.
by its own nature,
the dim is easily forgiven
hazy in detail and depth
and home to slaves of mute sense.

the light of love
is the surest claim of the free
of sight and touch,
the constant contactee.