A-E-I-O-U-Y
Two bright lights
hang from steel above my head.
To inspect the black putty between stones
and nothing committed in the word "all."
Too bold to luminate shoes,
much too tired to read fortunes from
the whites of cuticle humps.
Yes,
A-E-I-O-U-Y,
AE! I O(we) (Yo)U, (Wh)Y?
Why not?
I will give no explanation
for the vowels
bright lights
or those devices that entice within a device.
They are clear to you
&
somehow shine above me
right about now.
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