Streetlamp Sermon

hello electric moon;
your fake white glow
will not be enough light
to release me from the thrall
of the cruel god who decides my fate.

your pale face gazes at me
as I stumble up the steps–
as I slink, stoop-shouldered
and defeated back to my bed–
as I retreat and re-fold myself
into my complex paper box.

impartial illuminator,
paint me in your skin.
unlock me with your fluorescent charm.
understand me in your blind vision,
take me in and fill me whole.


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