Before Subset >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

ceiling is too dark
to find control switch
nobody knows where
I have my flashlight
pointed to every inch
it's jungle up there
then I found it covered
with black paint; buried
on piles of cables; stealth

yes! modern haystack
I have fun doing search
we are like searchlights
pointed up to dark sky
with few words spoken
'we go to next room'
'we mark this nonexistent'
'Print is incorrect; yes'
but work has to be done