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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Buying Lamps

Mary is shopping for lamps,
enough for our living room.
Was creation looking for lamps
when the first star was born?
Something to see by in caves,
nights shaping up around planets,
fish in the dark fathoms
of the sea.

We need them for reading,
to avoid bumping into furniture,
and see more than our hands
can tell us,
our ears can hear,
our noses detect and smell.

And perhaps somewhere
there are universal lamps
that can illumine everything.
Let us see inside, outside,
and invisibles.
One for every room,
such that nothing can be hidden anymore,
and a lie
would be as rare as the truth is now.

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