somewhere beyond lights are on lights are going off
where road and thought conspire moon and Blackwood seeping
between a kitchen chair and unbreathing don’t go
yonder, no, but you do, off amongst tuarts are
lights replaced by creed? you, book fallen, sit where lights
are not needed for word laminex table, on,
on, letters not scrawled now, skin chilled and clammy are
lights swaddling you? the kindling stacked, though heat and lights
are but gifts for cloud medals, marches, all beyond,
gone to where the Blackwood eddies and pools not be-
ing, not even that last call for fluorescence, where
off-going are lights on aren’t lights, beyond where-some
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