Glamourie

When I let

the glamourie wink out 

like an old incandescent bulb

with the fitful sparking 

fading into dark 

sometimes it’s because

I am too tired 

to keep the light burning

or in a train station

late at night

I find that there is wisdom 

in being indistinguishable 

or even monstrous

and so I let my features

slide around 

until I must remember

that it is important 

to have eyes

and not just hollows 

the opposite times 

are of course 

the turning up of the dial 

until the light causes

flash blindness across 

miles of distance 

then the imperceptible

lifting of a finger will

cause the moths to dance

and draw a host of creatures 

towards the burning

setting a battalion 

of rooks and queens 

to march

according to my will.  

Photo courtesy of David McCaskill

https://500px.com/photo/292001573/Train-Stop-by-David-McCaskill/