To the Lighthouse

Dark.

The universe rocks and shakes;
sky tilts, waves heave,
frozen stars whip into my eyes.

Balancing,
on creaking wood,
shifting fathoms,
moving mountains,

Months. Years.
Living in death's gaping mouth.

Light.

Sea collapses, silken,
moonlight shimmer,

winking light.

Safe pillar.
Held in my eyes.

Lighthouse.

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