light overcoming darkness
on half the sphere’s horizon
but no where else

the Sun shining a bit longer
on death
by war and famine and violence
each day now

the sphere of power willfully deluminating
our screens, the world, our souls

curating our light and dark, a false, distorted, disorienting equinox

that’s only half of it

we close our eyes to it

we go to the cinema
we wear darker sunglasses
we look eternally west instead of east
we put a ballot into a black hole, and
pretend sunshine might escape, emerge from it

alight your self.