To keep the light burning within 
I quietly companion myself, when I can 
Away from the mind-numbing rush to oblivion
The flickering interplay of light and darkness
Captures my attention
The light sometimes grows dim 
Wilting against harsh winds 
Only to revive as a guardian 
Cups the flame, till it glows strong again
Lending a calming stillness, of quiet comfort 
Sometimes the darkness wells up
Choking all that is light, and all that sustains light 
Thrashes on dark quicksand
That’s when I pray for the light to be strong  
For there are shadows flickering 
Even under the brightest lamp, such is the nature of light                
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