No one could turn on the lights
every corner of the school in shadow
Every empty desk a fright
Every darkness getting in through the windows
The blackout brought on a search for light
A search for wisdom
In these empty spaces the only instinct is to fight
and be healed in some sun down clinic
Just to wake
just to wake to the one true love
see through the card tricks of the devil
as he dangles destiny's events like some baby's swinging mobile
Then the very resistance renders a man possessed
The itchy smile he tries to shake off like a pest
just takes his over face
Only by a good wife's faith and grace
can those illusions subside
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