The screen cut out again as I sat to type this
Going from illuminated to black without warning
Without transition that I could see
Leaving me staring at myself for a moment
Reflected darkly on a black background
And it would seem to be ever thus
That when the effort is not expended
The power not taken
To make things lighter
Paler
It is against a background of blackness
That all ought to be seen
Strange as it may be for someone like me to say it
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