There’s light, everywhere;
it stretches into the all the forever-corners of the long, languid day -
as midnight draws near, I see
still a hint of yellow on the horizon
and it creeps back into my other eye only five hours later
The light is everywhere;
it saturates the day
it pushes our dinner backwards
and shakes us out of morning’s bed
as if we’re food in a hot pan
It changes the colour of our skin
it changes the colour of our insides
it makes us see better without carrots
it prises open our lashes with it’s soft, ob-long fingers
It opens its arms wide to encompass vast mountain ranges,
wild oceans, icy lakes;
it shows us everything in blue and green (and colours thereof)
There is light, everywhere...
For too long, I’ve been looking with my eyes shut.
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