The light does not need to be understood
It does not require your forgiveness
It washes everything, evil and good
It is indifferent to your business
Contemplate the waking metropolis
Blinking fat beneath the fluorescent glare
Does the light love or hate any of this?
No more than does your silent, summer stare
Alike, the orphan and the oligarch
Yawn as the light sires schools of shadows
The twitching addict and the bored monarch
Weigh the debt that the light the darkness owes
The light sanctifies galaxies and bees
The homologous curves of breasts and knees
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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