Been gathering sparks in a jar
to repair the things I spilled shadows on
In a panic I ate broken glass,
when I should have let it crunch underfoot
so you could hear it and come see
I'd soak the family room in gasoline
and throw my sparks on it
just to have some light again
before I'm completely paralyzed
by what I fear is true
I had so many thoughts against it:
the light bulb in the bedroom,
but it still turned on when I wanted
The blasphemy was in
Taking a baseball bat to it.
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