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The Light Bulb 1
As deep as the heart goes
goes the pain,
as deep as love goes
cuts the valley
into our clay, the record
grooves of memory,
of the echo that calls
her name
his name.
In the flesh folds
lies her image
his image
hands and objects crowning the crater
to decorate its temporal beauty
this transient break,
snap
crack
error
scar
slice
agony
disaster.
The twisted towers
of its wreckage
curl, and hang
singing iron notes
to a dull yellow light
in a dull yellow light
a dying ember
the voice of glass
drowning.
The voice of glass
drowning.
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