LANTERN BRIGHT
Quills deep in the darkness,
My steady hand penetrates
The light so many claim
To see in things dying,
in living death
They tell me
I am of darkness. Darkness
too light, too bright the world
cannot see
That my opaque words are
Merely lanterns that mean
To glow by
Greater embers than a billion
Suns might
Think to cast; that no
Blast eternally bright might
Outshine,
A single thought
In a single mind.