brightness has always been more tolerable with the shades down. only then
can we strain this explosion of waking
into pretty strips of white light, staging dancing dust.
never mind if Plato said we should look up
look out, look straight ahead. He was wary
of darkness and thought we should be, too.
I, on the other hand, have always
loved shadows. At least, they
remain. There are those who only had to open
their eyes — and left. They are
convinced I am still