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POETRY

A Single Stream of Light

A single stream of light
breaks between
these curtains-

these dark and
leaden tapestries,
this soft
illusion of night-

and gathers
in a pool that
shimmers golden
at my feet.

My senses start to stir
(though not enough to eat), and
I sit up; enough
light now to shoot up.

A prick of the skin,
the light recedes,

the pool evaporates
to black.