poem written in response to the above photo--online poetry class assignment
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the attic’s dust, a filament glows~ one last gasp of tungsten defiance. Shadows crowd like hungry crows, but the bulb hums its lone science. A century’s worth of swallowed dark spits back, bright as a struck match’s spark.
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