on lightbulbs

[Bunx]

i climbed this spiral staircase,
i climbed it all night.
when i got to the to top
i was, so fried.

bulbs of light,
ideas so bright with correction,
so friendly with human relation.

machines are machines that grow
big and strong. machines grow
fingers and eyes with pure
disguise. but lightbulbs
this magic i do not know.

Franklin, the man behind the tube.
A screaming loop, never hid his true intent.
light is light for all and never forget. The
climax of lighting is burning.
Burning, a fire that is never content.