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AU I Want Mark All I
want
I
in
life is
Barrett
to be the glass casing surrounding a fifty-watt bulb.
want to be the warm, soothing center of
relaying hght
and energy
my universe,
to a southwestern ranch-style houses
back porch.
A temple for the tired masses of moths who, inexorably drawn to my sanctuary of Ught, will rest for eternity
upon
my altar.
So protective of my world and yet so as to be shattered
by the errant
fragile
stone's
throw of a child
at play.
Broken, helpless and unable to recreate the warm, dimly
So cracked, faded and burnt the
moths commit
lit
world
I
knew.
out,
suicide in other dimly
lit
galaxies
with enough power to fry them right into a dimly ht moth heaven.
Now,
I
have lain dormant and abandoned in
this place for years.
My sharp, jagged edges encrusted with the dried blood of young and old alike, with whom have malevolently tried to share some small measure of my pain. I
But they always had someone to tend to their wounds. This place of twisted metal and soiled diapers, lost
hopes and broken dreams,
this is
and
where the
all I
want
is
last vestiges
to be.
of a
life lived,
.
14
vacillate
and prepare to die
