Open the second shutter, so more light can come in.
                                                                                Goethe

But there's too much light
tremoring
                   beyond sight

the aura of the concrete step
the door-handle you put your hand on -

stepping away
from the slam of water into the sink.

Never mind. The sill's
                                    surprising red:
and you must ask yourself again, this morning,
how to bear
                      light
spilling out of itself
opening the interior of light

which is endlessly full.
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