Lights

Illuminating illuminations

First made by campfire

Succeeded by rush lights

Candles thought they were supreme—

—Boasting their fine and slender tapers

Oil lamps, the courage of Ocean’s leviathans

Replaced by gas—

—For the upper class

Electricity now runs rampant

Tying us, binding us in coils of wire

All the while

Sun, stars, and moon chuckle from the heavens

At our small attempts to recreate their essences

We are Prometheus

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