Master of Light

A place to lay on the floor hidden away

With your own epic lighting

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A place where you can run free

A place where nothing else matters

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Have you ever bought your own lamp?

You'd be amazed at the colors and shadows to create in between.

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Did you ever get the space to explore?

Or did you create the space where you could dream instead?

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Do you know what it's like to surround yourself

With what you think is beautiful?

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The shades of water color I add to a page,

That I'm sometimes on the verge of ripping out

Or patiently seeing what gets muddled, fades,

Or stands out with radiance from the infinite palette.

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I choose to believe in an infinite palette,

which windows to other worlds remind me of.

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Sometimes I crave deeper hues, demanding deeper pockets

So I add water, and make it hot

Take a shower at dusk,

The slow capsule of privacy that brings me home.

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I created the tints of light

That creep into flat shapes on the wet shower wall.

A resilient orange that sometimes fades to brown,

or burns yellow behind the curtain

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I've colored the spaces in between and

I do not rip the page out.

I control the lighting with day in and day out.