light from above

When the light beckons
heed it
don’t squander about
checking the locks on the
doors and making sure
the kettle is unplugged

Meet your life.

Meet the death  of an old
you with daisies in your hair.
Only you can see
the shimmer of
starlight that wraps
around you like a wool
scarf in the winter of your
discontent.

Discontent.

Don’t waste it.
Step up to the alter,
make one vow —

From this day on you
will honour the craggiest, most unruly
corner of your soul
Humour it with broccoli for dinner and
human rights revolution for dessert.
Sit still and hear it
Do not for one more precious, timeless moment
forget
that you and you alone
are responsible for the light

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