we are the light,
shining and suppling the part,
we are like spotlights and shadows
on the lips of the angle in the sky,

we are blemished
like the bulbs Wich flicker out,
without knowing of the reasons,
we the light are left to go out
and glisten shadow for all to see,

we are bound to be call vileness,
due to a light
that has not fallen to flicker
he has become the sticker
for what light must be
like scared things we improve
our cascade of smiles
to hide the lighted scares that burn my darked soul.


© weking