The Return of the Blue Lamp (or the Blue Lamp's Return) (03/13/93)

Flicked off his switch
slipped in the front door without a sound
dragged slowly by the cord
toward his endtable
which he had deserted long
ago

plugged in and said, "Hello. I have returned."

and all those years of turmoil
and poorly lit literature
slowly come around to form a
cycle out of an expansion
a paragraph out of a memory
an eternity into an excerpt
the distillation of an eon
the illumination of a dark corner
with just a
flick of his switch
flick of a switch
(flicked off his switch-

and let wakeful dreams finally get some rest)