Sunday, January 24, 2016

Believing, seeing

The lights in that building never go off.                                          
They've been on since anyone's been alive.                                    
They burn miraculously but without faith.                                    
There is no electricity, no flame, no gas, no stove,                         
No oven, no heat, no warmth.                                                          
But the light is there, undoubtedly.                                                 
The stars extinguish                                                                          
So the darkness broadens                                                                 
Until the building light shines brighter, brightest of anything.          
Beckoning, waiting                                                                            
For a cynic like you.                                                                          

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