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my cosmic porch

light is on

escape to newer air

face the fluorescent

sky

I am as far as

midnight 

mercury aglow in the distance

and I am drunk with an empty cup

no words have been spoken

first the flint

now send the spark

turn on the dark

oh nebula

misshaped

when radiance enters

absence

these scenes

speak in the language of sleep

illumined by the silvering

keep the torch burning 

ghosted neon licks of flame

burnish the careless reversals

of radio rays 

until it warps the speed of light