This poem is a bout blue light from electronic devices that stimulate our brains, and not necessarily our souls. Blue light interferes with falling asleep. Blue light is an evolutionary newcomer dominating our nervous system, in contrast to night skies replete with stars. I am not a big fan of so-called civilization replete with light pollution. I dream of delicious darkness punctuated only by stars. However, in reality, I only experience this constellation prize on relatively rare occasions. May we remember to look up when it is dark.
Blue Light Unspecial
As twilight reseeds
Hour daze into sleep
Agin and agin
We find ourselves fore gotten
Miring virtual realty
Our productivity fixed
Buy blue light unspecial
Screening our earthly calls
As night skies are unread
Offering darkness
Giving way
To berth of uncounted suns
As salt
Of the earth shaken
Bye heavenly seasoning
Visited up on us
By a goodnight sleep
Where dreams mete there maker
And awe is quiet wonderful
Yielding why’d abandon
In the wake
