A Pin-Light Bent

My life comes and goes My life comes and goes Short flight, free rows: I lie down and doze My life came and went My life came and went Short flight; free descent Poor flight attendant But the sky, over the ocean! And the ocean, skirting the city! And the city, bright as a garden (when the garden woke to meet me) From that height was a honeycomb Made of light from those funny homes, intersected: Each enclosed, anelectric and alone In our lives is a common sense That relies on the common fence That divides, and attends But provides scant defense From the Great Light that shine through a pin-hole When the pin-light calls itself Selfhood And the Selfhood inverts on a mirror In an Amora Obscura But it's mine. Or, at least, it's lent And my life, until the time is spent Is a pin-light, bent It's a pin-light, bent