The false yellow light blinded my sensory depths

/ and turned my nose away again.

Has preferred dimly lit alcove

to the stunning a-brilliance of the

false yellow light emanating from rooftop sphere.

But, I delved again and again.

Oh, am I always to chase my own tail?

Atleast I am “old” enough now

to register that the mere

accumulation of words in a huge word-pool

will not enable me to manuver my limbs more gracefully.