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It’s so bright on these islands 
it feels like they must be nightless,
that with just 24 hours to a day, 
there’s more than enough light 
to go around.

The light floods water,
making it disappear,
so boats levitate,
their anchor lines making them 
look like realistic 
boat-shaped balloons. 
   
There is so much light, 
it spills over into your body
and floods its innermost recesses,
so that the dark inside 
is pushed out, 
made homeless,
and has to take up 
temporary residence
on your skin.
And the more time you spend there,
the more light your body drinks,
and the more darkness 
is evicted from within it.

You spend a week, two, on these islands, 
looking more like the locals by the day, 
until you reluctantly go home, 
where the air 
isn’t overcrowded with light 
and there’s space for the light in you 
to drain back out gradually,  
so the dark that’s been camping
on your skin can 
finally seep back inside your body.

No place like home, 
the shadows sigh happily.

Not necessarily how you feel,
your mind still in a place 
where there is a surplus of light.

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