“Light is a dancer here and cannot rest.” – John Frederick Nimo, “Christmas Tree”
Light is a dancer.
She spills over cracked sidewalks and graffiti-scarred dumpsters, over abandoned buildings with cracked windows and abandoned houses with crackling paint.
She cries in the oily rivers. She weeps on the polluted grounds of old gas plants and factories and tank farms.
She gulps downs sunlight drawn from nuclear sunstorms, and she pours the liquid sun across the places that need to heal. But healing is long in coming. Concrete and steel take a light years’ time to decay, and in the meantime the greenery shrinks, the deserts advance, and her beasts disappear.
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