For It Is a Feeble Light

I am taken back by the garish light of day, and i am called gare-ish ..

Routinely I run from sunlit fields into the dark of my humble planetarium chamber, and my eyes cannot relate.. I burned out another projector led bulb today .. I come from light into eternal night and i cannot see my stars.. so I goose my projector up and up and up till i burn out the bulb

for it is a feeble light. that light of the stars

the past week without sleep have i been, yet the stars were absent .. luna held sway, bathing my victorian house in fitful pale illumination thru my floor to ceiling wavy glass windows.

even then the feeble light of the stars was hindered.

and thus it is ever so in my own star theater .. i must camp there in the garish light of day for 30 minutes if I am not to burn out a bulb until i can see that feeble light

that feeble light of grandeur . how we take for granted the night vision

and little realize that our eyes mostly are attuned to the grandiose lights of broadway .. the strip in vegas ... walmart in gallatin

how little we realize how quickly we miss that feeble light that is eternity. g