I shudder to think
What shakes the foundation
Long after
A whirlwind adventure passes
This house sitting empty
Though it’s not its fault
The vault is full
Of empty promises
In the shape of wine bottles
Corked with air
(leftovers from last spring)
I reach out in the cellar for light
Clutching darkness
Empty handed
(A few times)
Before catching hold of the metallic string
This bright idea
Taking hold
at instantaneous speed
The one singular constant
In an otherwise chaotic world

not all of them are bright
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