Two screws attach the plate to the wall
The industrial piece of plastic that holds in the switch
A border between the hollow boards of wires
An icon by the door of every modern regulator of the night
What does it cost to facilitate the irrationality?
Is it damaging to not think of it at all?
It’s only a single moment but it effects the very core of me
It’s such a dangerous game to play when there are no rules anymore
An awareness of expectancy guides my train of thought
An Amtrak full of people feeling lost and abandoned
But even they enjoy the sickly shade of streetlamp yellow
This is a confession of what makes me afraid
I am grateful for the internet and the expanse of knowledge that can come with it. ❤
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