A Soft Glow Masked by Metal

The pilot light defies the dark
               a flickering of potential
                              this is every Tuesday now
What was at once time cycled by the moon
               then every few weeks
                              has become common place somehow
Though the basement is an abandoned place
               left to wires, pipes and tubes
                              of all the hidden movements in the house
               the quiet void is the most intrusive.

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