There was a light that came in from above,
through the glass that was lodged between the wall and the ceiling,
and I didn't like how they called it a skylight,
because it was cornered,
and it was very calculated,
but there was no reason for that kind of light in here,
everything else in here came from in here,
and we weren't ready for foreign bodies,
for things making us feel better than we wanted or felt we deserved to feel,
it was off-putting,
and obnoxious,
and something I really didn't want to stare at,
many times in my youth I had heard what staring into the Sun could,
would do to you,
but I kept away from it,
I kept away from it for good reason,
and my eyelids were flickering back and forth,
they wouldn't stop,
everything was like a zoopraxiscope,
everything,
maybe because I knew one day,
I'd reach up,
and stick my hand out for it,
and it would be gone---
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