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A Phrase.

It was always the phrase,

How selfish

that got me, for if

you have never stayed awake in the glow

of the Sun’s universal embers

fending off the dark,

fighting it with sword and will,

you will never know the relief

when you finally realise

that you were the one

who could unscrew

the lightbulb.


Ian D. Hall 2017