Wood
Pillars
Archways
Shelving pressed trees,
Filaments above
See
To
It
That
Old wiring, synapses new
And
Necks cramp to the right,
Left pages turn in squinting
Strain
Necks turn
Again, heads move,
Eyes scan for the source,
A multiverse of illumination
For dead flies,
One hanging light
flickers,
Oragami moths scatter
Lucretius begs in connection
Ahab forming the abstraction
Translating wind, licking the gusts of thought
Goaded toads jump lilypad islands of
Human semblance
When the light flickers,
And dies,
Above
Does someone in this world,
Die
Below?
When electrons cease here,
Do they there for them, though?
Where is our light, our switch?
Twixt injustice's scales
Doth slithering molters
Bequeath experiential elixirs,
Blindly
Do people die with the same frequency
Each time light switches are offed?
Earmark a page:
Does a bone break?
Bend a book spine:
Scoliosis?
Burn literature in protest:
Has a monk self-immolated?
Fill a pen with blood,
Twist fingers into sockets,
Ideas will flow,
Bright or bereft