3am Switch
the lamp attacked,
a bright noise that flooded my cochleas.
fate, it seemed, lay prophecy
in the transit of light.
as if some divine army turreted its wattage.
some celestial extract of wheeled fire.
so to me it seemed.
the jounce of amps defied limbo’s snore.
its crackles and blasts swung
between two all-essential apogees,
those incompatible weltanschauungs--
angel or abyss.
in the same way that a star
could fall for light years,
if only to raise a single hair
on one pate,
in that way, a slain part of myself rose up,
so ready to die again, this part of me,
a martyr whose heartbeat spiked
to implore another chance.
to demand innocence.
it all came in a cold second.
trillions of pleas and lusts,
as small as a lumen
as implacable as a chemical
as shocked as a Jekyll--
just like that--
charged up.
switched.
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Light woke me up.
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