Touching things today.
Each of the surfaces, different
except down to the atoms.
Who are the same in roundness.

Not touching my life.
Dealt with it in the morning
If the light could cure,
the simplest, afflictions.

Miss the first light-
That was from God
rest from the yellow sun.
As the story was told.
From whom? me and the why.
For a substance, to fill
the spaces between the atoms.

Ice filling the world
Night is here again
No power to light the room,
one candle for a half.
Can read the words
I didn’t write with life,
yet my life glances in.

At the atom level,
we are all the same roundness.
The different fillers inside.
are causing the affliction tonight.