dystopias of light

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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.

  1. You didn’t look away, full of faith.
  2. 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.

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