Poem 4: January 4th

The black lamp,
It seems stronger
Than I. It seems
More controlled,
With its on
And off, with its
Light and Dark.

The black lamp,
It seems happier
Than I. It seems
To float with joy
Through the night,
Bulb burning,
Impressing itself.

The black lamp,
It sits, it sits,
The black lamp,
Clean and content
Alone. In its
Stillness it is
Far better than I.


(Time to compose: 16 minutes)