in

In the absence of light

I see the sound of the light under the door

the wave of

light spreading across the floor

like a pool of spreading oil spilled from a tanker.

I feel that light around me

it is there.

But my ears pressed against glass

do not hear the light.

The sound of tootsie rolls

dancing above me

on a floor of tin

fills me

reminds me of what

I think the light once sounded like.

What noise it made

as I waited for my glass of milk.

As it slid under the door

my milk cold

the light

gone.

Can you tell me where the island is now?

What do you think?

10 points
Legend

Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.

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