Monday, September 13, 2010


A thought, a lightbulb coming on upstairs,
Acutely edisonian in form
That, incandescent, shines inside my mind
And, brightly filamentous, keeps me warm.

It may have turned on early in the day,
When all was brightly sunlit, bathed in light.
But now in bed, the day fading to black,
This glowing nightlight soothes my inner sight.

Apr 23, 2009

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