- Post By: Jason Santo
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- Category: Uncategorized
- Tags: bulb, filament, imageandwords, incandescent, irispad, light, photoaday, poem, poetry, row, thomasedison, writer, writing
Thirteen and a half hours of light beat patents and now our evenings bathe in soft glow, endless words floating through convex purity and leaping across synapses as if filaments aflame with ideas. Captured essence, lightning quick in strikes that flare and burn in glass houses, we lie awake under their gleam, windows transformed to a voyeur’s dream. Dispelling night, canceling heaven’s glow with tamed stars lassoed within tight circuits, our roofs protect and we grapple with wandering minds searching for answers in unknown darkness. To sleep is to escape illumination, speed into darkness and truly be bright. The bulb hold no flower, our weakness in bloom. #irispad #light #filament #row #imageandwords #poem #poetry #thomasedison #writer #writing #photoaday #incandescent #bulb (at The Dark)