This screen glows too brightly
in this darkened quieted hour
it dominates the room and the mood
has its own aura a smeary haze surround
what hearth is this illuminates my walls
what stone drains heat deep into its core
in this bright liquid display of tomfoolery
the violence of scalded and running oh language
hides in a metaphor running like a scalded dog
from this nits this bits of brightness
not darkened enough by this content
i am sunning or am i running or am i
looking for another syllable to fit this spill
sought after illumination runs from  your
practiced sight your mistaken desire to opine