Arc light burning, branding, turning me inside-out
Signal beam incandescent, welding the tears
With small hands, the lightest touch, without
Any appointment, prefaced by no prayers
Untrumpeted approach and seamless entry
Of solitary, stark territory; thorny, aloof-
Calmed fears and sent away the sentry,
Rendering the plot, completely fireproof
Lighthouses look upward, face to face the sky,
Broadcasting to the despairing,
The unknown answers that we exist by,
And salvaging the refuse past caring.
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