Cries
Of light
And spasms of
Light:
That’s the
Light of today,
The
Inside a
Light, the continuity
Of
Light provided
By light’s light,
Which
With stout
Light might be
Good
For ten
Years. Light Light.
The
Light this
Morning sings a
Light
Song. See
That light? It
Doesn’t
Light me.
What you see
On
My mouth
Is rigor light,
Is
The crust
Of my own
Light.
A blue
Light is nothing
But
Light: the
Sky sings Light
Light.
The cab
Light hangs a
Light
Ribbon from
His rear view
Light,
Won’t stop.
The brightest light
Lands
On the
White light. Who
Ever
Said the
Light was light?
It
Sounds light,
But it’s not.
You
Are so
Light, I think
You
Might disintegrate
In a light,
In
Unblooming lightly
White lights, one
By
One. More
Light. Somewhere behind
Me
There’s an
Orange light. Returning
Home,
The light
Found the sweet
Light
Rotting in
A light. Light
Again.
Light light
And light clinics
Mingle
With light
Light recruitment centers
In
The lights
Lining the boulevard.
I
Watch the
Light psychic depart
In
Another light.
Something light said
Long
Ago returns
To light me:
Everywhere
I go
I hear light.
Through
An open
Light I hear
A
Light mutter
Lights can go
Anywhere,
Demand her
Light. Light luck.
The
Fancied tendency
Of light to
Produce
A run
Of favourable light …
The
Light lines
Are humming with
“Light” …
Probably not.
See light’s uh/huh?
[Note: Sources: Cf. “Thirteenth Marcos López Light Poem”]