upon each confining wall may be found
insignificant hardware
inviting the mystical filament
into illumination
yet hope wanes despairing in darkness

avoiding sharp corners, stubbing the toes
bruising shins oft’ exposed by
timid adventures while exhaustion grows
climaxing in frustration
and fumbling surrender to darkness

candles – a million – one flick away with
laughter not drug but symptom
familiarity breeds contempt they say
when will we tire of shadows
and enter new bliss free from darkness?

stubborn, the plastic still aims at the floor
though “on” incessantly begs
curious cats who dogged persist in
killing their own twilight quests
to embrace and infect those in darkness

©2004 Joshua Ryan Barron

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