some flicker and perturb
others shine brightly and sting the eye
and most comfortable are of dead light
black and soothing; quiet and dumb
the end and only possibility of every lantern
is to be spent and comforting
pleasurable to the eyes
as it dims
and silently departs
falling absent and dark
come
shadowed memories and dead light
nobody will care about it
shades drawn
doors closed
the propping of bedroom tents
rising and falling
up and down
it's all gone and forgotten
you are gone and forgotten
illuminated in dead light.
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