THE LAMP
Hour after hour lighting the way
scanning each line read on and on
Auden, Camus, Kierkegaard, Merwin, Tolkien, endless names
you’ve come to know but not quote
watching eyes grow tired
body slowing down in the darkness round it
orbiting sleep slowly moving into each muscle
until arms reach out and touch you, finally the feel of flesh
as you turn the darkness on
and silence comes with the electrical memory of hours
then begins the countdown to dawn
then you begin quoting each verse, each stanza, each leap
into the abyss of literature.
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