Hunting...

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Would you bring me light in this room?

I mean, are you really a friend of mine

When the chair legs are hunting

For both our toes and

All colors are undefined?

Would you feel out the switch

For my eyes, too? Or just for your own

Resolution? I will never really know

Unless you go blind –

And dark is your institution.

Then sparking that little room light

Will be easy for your fingers to manage (

But, masters of arm-length sight,

They'll know that the

Flip returns my advantage).