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Image info: Reflection of overhead lamp at a local Starbucks, superimposed on an out of focus photograph of the Flat Iron Building on the iPad

There is this light
lingering, deliberate and oddly strange
Behind my ear
On my nose tip
Flitting across from one eyelid to the other
Dilating my irises in the process
Mocking me
Making a cat out of me
And I chase it
It has emanated from a point within me
A point, which grew exponentially
Until it swallowed me whole
And now I reside in this chamber
of sinusoidal light
Invariably riding over the waves
Like they were my serfs
And I, their queen
Or perhaps it is the other way around?