Each Night Shift I Work

I am on my own a Lighthouse Keeper amidst the Night, each fly, in some presence: coalition of a duty protruding by thoughts, delusions, stories and what’s exquisite in sensations that need guarding, and then enjoined with that never ending standing, watching, time lapping, and all that taking place in the ink hues with scarlet pulsing as if hurt, in baby blue and lilac by a sacrality to me solely constantly held out on a string to never let go of to another.

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