a little light
the light breaks me like sunshine through blinds shadow pictures sections of myself illume the marketplace everything is for sale but no one is buying this shit
one time people said look at you, you thing you now the shelves are empty like broken glass the pieces are everywhere
i wander back years ago it was yesterday you old fool the truth met the floor and time slipped away
on the beach now sunburnt and raw hearing the waves stretch and yawn four hundred & one summers today is like yesterday but time moves on
and now the bitter truth we are not whole but pieces like shattered glass cut by the blinds or the broken light
can the will be like glue fusing the past into a present truth but no mistakes should not be mended on the lonely strength of hope
where would we be then
beautiful and broken strewn across this floor a little light shines still