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Go on!

Out with you!

I demand

of the busy mass of tiny insects

stupefied by light,

preparing their own sacrifice

on the altar of warmth and brightness


switching off the source

of their mindless worship

I open the offending window

still further

and bid the sun awake

to recall them with real rays


but they dance on the glass

failing to find the opening

and the sun is reluctant

still wrapped in the comfort

of heavy cloud


so I leave them for my coffee

and ponder the dangers

of following fake light