Light, he says. Light!

he pushes beads before his temple,
in his vision is a rusted locomotive
adhering to new tracks.

the jubilant poltergeists
leave their nooks
to clang and bang,

though the alarm
has been set to silent,
has been replaced by the new man,

the shivering ecstatic,
for the rarest moment
of deafening clarity.

here is the movement
here is the new pose
take the sunrise off its stilts
un-yolk the dawning

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