what mysteries this
light may bring, dawn
breaking down
the sky. night was
a womb of lingering
memory. long. the
darkness stripped down
to day. today.
another lamp lit.
where does it go, this
light that flies, then
fills, invades
the very dark
i cling to? bands
abandoned, spent,
rent from rays displayed,
portrayed as seeds of
hope. where weeds
grow in heaps. tilling
the night. shades
of shadow.
how wasteful the light
scatters its rays. wasted
on gray shores before
this gray sea. now
drops of moonlight, adrift
at sea. cut
loose from memory.
i navigate this sentience,
solitary confinement
shackled with silence. this
penitentiary darkness.
penitent before altars
shattered of innocence. this
sea. dark with mystery.
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