... poetry ...

Li g Ht

:: tribute to e.e.cummings

li g ht

it trickles in
f
r
o
m way over yonder

it is sunshine

b u c n
o n i g off green sappy leaves

their waxy skin grabbing shards
of sparkling lumens

at this desk there is a glow
dull - dead skin creeps of flourescent tubes

bulbous shards of sticky light
drain
i
n
g the life out of me

sometimes - i venture from my cube cage

and stroll by the windows---

letting the sweet firelight
brush against my fingers
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