game of lights

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an electricity to light my eyes

to charge my lips

i light my garden      burning leaves

i can do that

but i look out in the dark and there is no dark

that scares me       i undo light       i get on well though

it is all me       i move through there often

but i miss the way my words go

occasionally i know better       perhaps i'll repeat tomorrow

perhaps not       time is the idiot that means nought

while i move around and such

i understand all of that

the lighting of eyes

the burning the garden

in electrical delight






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