Light and life dwell
on the corner of a fence.
Here they were, at an intersection
between four walls:
Two real, two infinitely
imaginary. this is why
we're either always(
in a mind dream,
out a lie-off. Oh, yeah.)
Life and light:
"Ah was g'wine to say! Ah do believe
all pretty ladies is invariably wearin'
some favo'rite color."
life and dark:
This is a moment
out of the corner of
my eye.
Jack had a flashlight
that couldn't illuminate everything
at once and
so the cave ate him;
light and death:
That old fallacy that there's a tunnel.
death and dark (in a room):
Tapping my toes,
drip drop,
Am I (or are there
billions of others?)
the only damned soul
tapping away
and feeding a growing,
roaring echo
until my ability to
comprehend is unceremoniously
scraped away by the
psychological
equivalent of a
dental hygienist.
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Submission Name: Light and Life
