I.
I had to build a house
for light, to accommodate
it: windows there, a hearth
here, lamps above.
I built a house for light to haunt.
II.
Fair is lovely.
Dark is a face upturned
to the light
becoming bowed.
Fair is lovely.
III.
This is the way infidels are made.
- You didn’t look away, full of faith.
- The gods turned into light and blinded you.
IV.
Everything against this skin is light.
V.
Sunlight made thirst in me.
VI.
I want to shed the skin that light made me
from fire, when I was clay.
VII.
Like a guillotine, light falls on you
and makes you known.