Saturday, 22 March 2014

Untitled #1

I have narrowed down the number
Of rays of false light
Shining through the din
Of these world-ages panes
Much like car headlights
Weathered by the rain and sun
Yellowed by time and damage.

Focusing and limiting the amount
Of fake light that enters
Seems to make the place
A little more empty
But still even so
All the better for it.

Throwing out these old boxes
Filled with the past and things kept safe
Through doors only used
For bringing these things in.

Sat there in the darkened quiet
Waited for something to upset the balance
And in doing, upset it myself
It's been here all along
And maybe one day I can learn
To enjoy it.

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