Scanne
Familiar pop
Sparks in darkness
Through sleep-sticky eyes
Patterns test patience
From reclining
Switch from last
Night's viewership to
Years past and lives ago
Lights burst
On the marquee
What it says to me is
Nothing less than saviorhood
To see the primordial
To see how we got
Lost along the way
And through that found a place
A homeland where
To fill in all the blanks
Communion by proxy
We take up pens and keystrokes














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