Light spilled into the room—soiling the carpet,
creating a bed of blazing brilliance.
The cat curls up and purrs with
	deep satisfaction.

Light spilled into the room—delivering a new day, 
persistently vibrating and flooding our eyes 
until we rose from the night
	fully woke.


Light spilled into the room—a tsunami
assailing us as a stormy sea of wiggly photons.
We fought the relentless barrage and
	closed curtains.


Light spilled into the room—sneaking through windows
and around doors
We mopped and swabbed but alas, it was wave,
	Not particle.


Light spilled into the room—changing sides
Until darkness fell, leaving us uncertain
If this metaphor is dead
	or alive.

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