The Lighthouse Keeper
He stumbled,
and climbing painfully
heard echoes reverberate
hauntingly, as if to mock his
existence.
A lifetime's singular occupation, yet
not lonely- -all those at sea
his children, but
"The Keeper of the Flame"
now obsolete, replaceable, insignificant
weary, exhausted, the flicker became
eternity
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