TUMULTUARY

Two lost lights should fill up a dark room but they don’t they don’t they won’t
when will they?

The light it burns it burns it burns it burns it turns in the ballet of misogamy
The light it yearns it yearns it yearns it yearns it turns astray from isogamy

Two lost lights will mill through a dark room eternally eternally internally diurnally why not together?

The lights they yearn they burn to turn together eternally stuck willingly refusing to see anything but the dark room

If only to burn eternally

But they choose internally