It’s only more well lit now
Than it ever has been
As I care to touch it
.
So if I ever scurried
Up the hill
To meet the squirrels
Away from the light of everything,
.
The upward discs,
The lucid brakes
And all the
Different flakes and shapes
Grappling
.
With
The sky above
In their purchased clothes,
.
Just know that
I saw the generator,
All that would be in store
For the wily years to come.