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Jul 2021
This lantern I've been given
doesn't light up for ****
maybe next time it
sputters alight
that glimpse
will make all things clear

I think I will be whole
when it shines a circle
not these angular draws
where I seem to be shadow
with light in my eyes
thru water prisms

The panic part of light
just out of reach
hands full round
what I cannot see
sometimes a keyboard
retching dark chars

Cagey stuff
recirculating itself
as if I am a theatre
and absurd lights
that lead to the stage
in case of fire
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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