Added 23 June 2003
Pull the chain once.
Pull it twice;
or even unto death.
The light would no more
come on then than now.
The only result is the
click of the switch
that relays the answer as "broken"
in demeaning morse code.
At hand is the question
of the necessities of loving.
The jewel of enlightenment
is held captive by the revolt
that incapacitates reason.
The bars are the breadth
of a fiery filament
that prevents the current query
from arching to an answer
that has ample possibilities,
but shows resistance to
revealing what it knows.
Potential necessities
streak down to the mass
now bound up with energy,
but the circuitous thoughts
are grounded to nothing.
The fuse has blown.
The house scrambles
for a candle.
Written 5, 6, and 9 February 1999
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