it is the perspective of
you standing at the foot
of the tall stone light house
and simultaneously at its
crown, looking out. The
light becomes the foreground
an exclamation mark in
existence, a statement of who
you are, and in the stone corridors
winding up and down
there runs a story of a
man
a brother
a boss
a father
a boy who forgot how it
began
and its like clockwork
as one man disappears
another comes to knock
around the cold stairs
and find a way to dim
the light
it is a constant noise
Tags: 2009, Billy, healing, karma, light worker
