now I shine it in binary
like a secret morse code
at a bright light house
sometimes I hold up a lighter
and let it flicker
in response to a halogen,
glowing like a reflection
an echo from a mirrored surface
that tiptoes its way
into a glimmering screen
In between all that
is a passage of time
a thin long line
a gallery of voids
that feeds on empty insides
a cavity spilling with nothingness
dark alley that swallows any light
perhaps it needs a good blaze
but then everything would be bright
no halogen, no flicker of light
could ever shine
through a burning maze
so the darkness stays
devouring its insides.
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