Looming above, dark, huge
A Perfectly square disaster
The reamed out remains of the
Recessed lighting failure.
Once proudly covered by
Opaque white glass
That concealed the light source
So persuasively the meager shadows
Hid their shamed faces in their own
Darkness.
I wrested the opacity off the ceiling
To free the light, to free the room
To free my mind of the opaque
Defenses I have built up around it.
Barriers no longer needed that keep
As much inside as they keep out.
No more tattered and disintegrating
Insulation to despoil my debilitated lungs,
burn my weary eyes and cloud my
Lightness.
Fortress of Dissolitude 