Ribbed and Smothered by Light and Shadow

Good evening, everybody. Dark today? Weirdly warm too. Nothing ever makes sense in the midwest. I graduate now in less than a month and I have never been happier to be finished with something. I want to be unconscious for a week. Without further ado, a poem.

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Ribbed and Smothered by Light and Shadow

Lights compete for attention,

splayed across those places

where shadows have faces.

Seeing,

that light,

those bands

in all their dreary graces.

Sometimes I wonder

why all that’s made

are paces.

From one,

to one another,

are the faces bound in leather?

Are the faces well and truly weathered?

The door again,

to there again,

I see the light home again.

Then,

I grasp the handle.