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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1oG9f4SQJ4

What is letting the light in
Other than the precursor to joy
And a quick splash of optimism?

Is it a douse of heaven -
A window of grace to replace that
Which you've already come to believe in?

Is it drawing curtains and scattering spiders?
Is it pulling bricks for a level wall?
Is it a match for the lamplight - 
A burn bright for the fire?

An endothermic catalyst beginning to transpire? 

Though Is it not pride before the fall?
Is it not another means of remaining vulnerable?

Is not the desire not to desire
Any less selfish than drowning our woes in alcohol?

Is it not better to bite down hard
And disregard the prescription for Tramadol?

Is it then hope?

Dependent entirely on a cause well founded -
Does it not compound as the fracture with every time that it's reprimanded?

Is it then a wanton gamble?
Is it knowing the risk and ignoring the odds?
Is it not faith in the impossible and leaving it to gods to disentangle?

Is it not an accolade?
A medal on the chest, heart on the sleeve
And a seductive lullaby with which we serenade before we grieve?

Is hope not both?
The mouthful of risk and reward - 
The internal accord knowing full well that choke might lead to remorse?

What then?

What then is light -
If not the opposite of shade?
And how do you fulfill the other
Until first you create the retrograde?