Be assured: the dazzle of neons
Is not light.
It is merely a parvenu fright.
The lighting of a lamp
Is quite another thing.
That gentle flame
Is a human caressing
That comes from the soul’s
Earthen tenderness.
It spreads not glitter
But soft redress.
True light is not compatible
With aggressive boast.
The gentle wick does not belittle
But embrace the meekest most.
So light your lamp with humble glee
That there is still someone somewhere
Who cares for thee.
And wish the flame to reach the furthest
Spot of dark despair and misery.
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