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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