Light
I submerge in water with a body of mud. I emerge, light –weight. Burning brightly. Red as clay. I sing a moth into a light bulb. And the moon falls asleep. I’m naked in my mortal hunger. I stay awake learning how fire gobbles up wood to perfect light. I wonder if the stars wither because they’re planted in vapour & dust. When the lantern’s eye runs out of oil, we gather fireflies to light it up. Once, in the laboratory, I seethed a sample of night in a kettle & hoped that its darkness evaporated. Once, I found a plethora of light rays emitting from a dirge. It led me into a dark house. There, grandpa stood before a concave mirror but the image formed was a candle light.
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