When The Lights Go Down
In their formative
moments
artists live alone
Sharing themselves
only when
the pain has dulled
In corners
of dark musings
their spirit’s hide
Calling out
whenever the lights go down
— and the rush is gone
(The New Room: May, 2025)
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