Don't ask questions of the air or light,
even light bulbs will soon burn out,
tired, weary of giving light.
Yet it always, or mostly takes a bulb,
a sphere, to give, to illuminate.
Think about that, that light as you sit,
sleep with no thought to
It's electric and vacant.
A pointless task, try to live without
headlights, and called alarm to people,
police who care so much in neon,
they prey, or pray to a light.
Dim your light, dim your life forever,
after a moment, a day that has the sun to purify
this planet, You live in it, then turn it off,
© 2012 Larry Ingram
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