Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Light Inversion

My torch is upside down,
and it consumes me;
I didn't know
that I had turned it over.
I never realized the actual moment
the light that was
bright enough
upright enough
got too dim to see --
like going from the black into the red,
like slipping from my interest
to my principal --
unawares --
compelled by life itself
(by death itself)
to continue
to consume
even me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Was it you
Or was it one of yours
Consumed by the butt
Of the head down light
When the sight is out
Eye can see the dark
When the interest suffers drought
Principal tears the cloak
When none is yours
Left is you
Let it burn
Fuel more if you can