I changed some more lightbulbs today. Well, not changed exactly, more removed. I need to get down to a hardware store and attempt to find some bulbs that match the ones I removed. In total I need three, all in the kitchen, two of one kind, the third is another. But that is probably enough on that subject for now at least. Even I can tell that it just ain't that interesting.
So instead, here is an excellent poem about lightbulbs that I just wrote:
I woke from sleep, like a lightbulb exploding;
My dreams shattered into forgetfulness
As a filament shatters into pieces:
Very small pieces,
Very small dream fragments.
If I could assemble the dream,
Would my light turn back on?
I really am a fabulous poet. But I shall write no more today, my muse has left me. And I'm due down the pub in quarter of an hour.
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