Our world is vivid
It's clean, like a lightbulb
It breaks at times
It heals if we fix it
It shines when we light it
But cobwebs gather
If it hasn't been lit
And spiders crawl
Upon it's surface
They wear down it's blank, polished, glass
The dust settles
The spiders scuttle
The lightbulb swings when flies let their wrath
Out on the cobwebs it holds
And the lightbulb ages
The light grows old
No one to replace it
Or light it
And make it shine
Like gold
It is a shame
That in the dark
We do remain
Undelighted
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