The light flickers, lightly as cardboard and stiff as a spine

light passes through though it's already light out
lights out though city litebrites shine on and persuade some to wake

though the little stars aren't what they seem and the birds are not
all reptile, though vermin wait until dark they see it lightly
great blankets cover the highways and homing pigeons go on
anyway

everyone's for or against the light

none of the lights are false
as they access greater light
they are inspired

great lights come on spherical and religious
and common
reduced they come to pinheads through eyed needles
veined and thorough
a seeping light gets into light sleep and some go blind in the daytime
and some go blind across larger fields than days and some regain their sights
and some surfaces hit some miss

a liking to mica we are layered by light and through layers we are
sums of the winters we have waited for its
tissue connective, free stuffing as in space, the positivity

that comes from behind things and makes them vague