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the post
which holds the lamplight
stands guard
a silent sentry
as
natural light
goes swiftly
away
into
horizons beyond
a sensor
awakens a capacitor,
which
creates an arc,
as
a spark jumps
to the filament which ignites
in a vacuum
explodes quietly
shimmering to life
glows brightly from its heart
expanding to
the point of equilibrium
within its soul force
balancing perfectly within its core
as micro subatomic particles
do their thing...
radiantly stream
hum gently in a tone
known only to the group
within its family of elements
its valance electrons taking wing
in a song sung in
an ancient tongue known throughout the universe
darkness once more falls away
as if, a second stage of a rocket capsule
flung into the far reaches of space
as what appears dark
reveals its substance, more...
succinctly,
subatomic fuel?
which feeds the stars
or universal kindling
of the material energy source,
indistinguishble from
its energetic form...
as a visionary might
percieve at the heart of universal sight
showering its rich source of manna
to rage against the night
...dark and cold
burning oil, mimics
this, too...
smoldering to life
as the lamp is lighted
it serves the purpose
i suppose...
smoking
because its old,
perhaps a little too wet
oil, absorbing
its ancient memories
once made from the essence
of
living plants and animal remains
although,
the dark matter... it retains
still,
dark and richly
glows...
its godly essence,
invisible to others sight...
for us
needing an external transfusion of warmth...
a welcome sight to the three wise men
following the star...
just as then, now...
sensing the fuel source
has been almost depleted
where can we now go...
to earn our place,
as keepers of the fire
from the perspective
of the Celestine...
as we...
must restore
our truest place...
despite, or is it just due
for obstacles, which season us
brave and few... to do great things,
for this reason, we have dark energy
in our very souls... provided, by the Creator
which animates our spirits, so much so...
others jealousy, fuels their hypocrisy
and so, even though we may need
to go the last steps alone...
we have been willing to spend
ample time in reflection/solitude
not being rude, nor to...intrude,
not to attack, but to gain back
restoration of the heartfelt fuel,
atone for our transgressions
once more, clear the smoke
replenish faith and hope
initiate transfusion
focused back to
soul source
time,
as if
an hourglass
falling ever faster...
as if...
itself, becomes a fuel
and its running low
to those of us...
born,
knowing
what to...
do
C2
