The Lights

On the porch

with my wine

just as dense

and teneborus

as tonight


Looking in

admiring the aura

of my bedroom

golden and beckoning

me in

yet

I prefer this darkness


It is in darkness

that I can see

the lights far away

the wishing ones

the ones that call me out

instead of in-

side my mind

out of thoughts

that aren’t so kind.

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