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there is a light...

large or small, it's there in the half-closed eyes, night turning inside-out... to roll over in bed in revolutions, the light from the hallway nudges through a slight crack...

the manic that slips into sleep and awakes several times to be positive the mind-candle is still lit....

wake up, walk up a flight of stairs.... try to read the newspaper...

mind gone positively blank... the rooms with the electrical currents seem to shiver beneath the slightly cracked spaces .... ancestors' pictures, never looking quite the same...if the eyes are squinted, the outlines appear as granite....

but there is a light...