Light plays constantly on every surface.
Light lingers at night in the hems of the curtains.
Day drips in through eyelids as we slowly awaken,
Chiseling through cracks in the skull as we lay latent.
Light is rumored to come from rays from Satan.
Light is merely wavelengths, at intervals waving.
Crashing metal produces ember-like sparks.
Constellations issue material falling apart.
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