A Pin-Light Bent

My life comes and goes

My life comes and goes

Short flight, free rows

I lie down and doze

My life came and went

My life came and went

Short flight, free descent

Poor flight attendant

But the sky, over the ocean!

And the ocean, skirting the city!

And the city, bright as a garden

When the garden woke to meet me

From that height was a honeycomb

Made of light from those funny homes, intersected:

Each enclosed, anelectric and alone

In our lives is a common sense

That relies on the common fence

That divides, and attends

But provides scant defense

From the Great Light that shine through a pin-hole

When the pin-light calls itself Selfhood

And the Selfhood inverts on a mirror

In an Amora Obscura

But it's mine. Or, at least, it's lent

And my life, until the time is spent

Is a pin-light, bent

It's a pin-light, bent