Happy Valentines Day

Successional

You want light.

You want it more than most...

fight for it and spite

your consort and your host.

Increasing your fitness

while growing white and mossy,

defeat your only witness

while you become more glossy

and the moons appear and disappear

in a steady march towards mold

and we become a memory

successional, and old.

True Light

True light.

What is out there is preferable-

what comes through is filtered.

Out there or in here?

Trapped.