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Light House

too much space is /
what binds us twist-tied /
into a gentleman’s knot /
from founders who weren’t fathers /
except when the crafted contract /
unintentionally seeps into rowhouses centuries late /
bastards us all /
they only leave messages now /
expecting notes on their birthdays /
a country’s promise as rigid as a commissioned portrait /
on occasion, when the din closes /
something monstrous swirls in the great lakes /
uncurling its many limbs /
testing a reach from shore to shore