Idea:Old Mazda Lamp,50-100-150 WBy John Hollander

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u n l ock e d a g a I n o r r e e n g i n e dd a y l I g h t p e r h a p s g r a d e d o n l y b y

s t e pped I n t e n s I t I e s f I f t y w a t t s a p a r tI n a n y e v e n t n o c o n t i m i s t I e s like t h o s e

o f f l i c k e r I n g no n o r e v e n o f f a d i n g F l i ckC l i c k a n d t h e r e I t I s s u d d e n l y Oh y e s I s e e

I n d e e d A mi n d h u n g b r i l l i a ntly u p on filamentss t u n g b y s o m e u n t on g u ed b r ightness opening upa l s o e s c l o s e d a n d t h e d a r k unbounded room litb y b a r e b u l b s c o l l a ps es i n t o a n un hurting boxo c c u p i e d b y f u r ni t u re now avoidable The doto f c l o s u r e m e n a r es the a t t e n tion which int h e f l u t t e r o f e y e l i d s c a n o n l y t r e m ble

l i k e a n e r v o u s c h i l d l y i n g a w a k e lest h e b e a w a r e o f t h e m o m e n t a c losing

Shutter of sleep claps to But a Snapped off dreamed disperses

Into darkness like goldBecoming more notes

Becoming light If The eye lies open

To such dust as S u n l I g ht bringsi t w i l l n e v erburn But thatCreation make A visible big Difference isThe way mindsLook a shaper

Will burnOutw ardlyFirst and Thus onceThere was

light

AlthoughHe could remember

A time when the egg hadNot yet appeared in the dearing

He could not recall any specific occasionOn which he had first noticed the blank

Porcelain like ounid taller than a man squattingPlacidly on the grass,nor had he ever heard any passer –byFor this clearing was not at all isolated remark,”You know,

In the days before the egg…” Indeed, no one other than himselfPaid it the slightest notice, although everyone was aware of the egg’sExistence:anyone to whom he mentioned the egg would reply with aSmile and a brief platitudeor small joke before changing the subjectOr burying on. Only an occasional child seemed to think that the egg

Was something special, staring at it long and long as if unsure whether itWas attractive or repulsive, until being bustled off by a parent. Surely there

Was something wrong with him, that he alone inwardly made so much of theEgg wanting to attack it futilely with a hammer, or smash open his skull against

It, desecrating its white perfection with his bloody brains, or drench theGround around it with his tears, or seize every person who passed through

The clearing by the collar and hold them against the egg until one of them atLast revealed why all men but he had joined themselves in a conspiracy to

Deny the egg’s infinite significance. But he was as certain that everyoneWould consider such behavior insane as he was that everyone feltAbout the egg exactly as he did but refused to admit it. So now he

Simply sits on the grass staring at the egg and wonderingWhether sitting on the grass starring at the egg is the

Answer, or whether perhaps wondering whetherSitting on the grass staring at the egg

Is the answer might beThe answer

The EggBy: John Corelis

The Savior AngelBy: Princess

Her hairWere shining

The like rpent SheSoft silver way g with fluttered herGorgeous feathers, cold that wings a little, staringA beauty she possessed breezed past her at the advancing cloudsSince birth,perfect and eyes-shade of azure of grey silhouette displayingPowerful, her symbol of shimmering optimism its total grin of deathIndependence, liberty hope of better world with every passing momentMind couldn’t provide she had pledge to her hope grew strongerInfused in her petite self protect with all firmer than before. She tookWas the power to defend her might and a deep breath. Alone sheHer right. Slowly unfaltering hope stand waiting toShe smoothen her heart pumped………..declares theThem fire into her veins, warory

She resolve to conquerThe dark forces