Besides the Point

The light fell down,

bruised its knee

preying in the shadows,

tilling the ages spots

on my brow and forearm.

Today, while it still is,

I will walk in the fallen light;

that flipped switch of night.

It dawned on me

that light by which I see,

is the point after all.

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