Who Is Darker?
Bright would have no meaning without sun.
Twist the blinds though -- slants appear.
Playing on the floor.
With no light overhead? -- impossible.
Everything is about angle. Emphasis.
So -- I do not discount our brightness.
It was all it should be, if not solar --
Tide-causing and wonderful.
The very stuff of poetry.
Guilty. I employed a friend of yours to ask it.
And from behind a wall, I listened.
With eyes closed -- the piercing truth, blinding.
This was noonday for me, darling.
You may quote Shakespeare's Et tu, Brute?
But I will be Guiderias:
Feare no more the heat o' th' Sun.
And before you squint again, or convulse --
Ask yourself, which of us -- who?
What is the answer, atop these words?
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