When you said portal
And i thought of streetlights
I wanted that elevation
I thought, that beacon blurring
The perimeters of a circle
Without softening, there was
Chrome in it and I bristled
Blinded. It drew me out
Without inner promise
There are lighthouses and
There are lit houses
From inside I’m always
Recessed in deep opacities
How long have I been
Posted at this window
That I never saw the rebound
Hard light off half reflections
Caught me in its snuffed
Attempt at a real distance
I can’t access that far enough
Gridded in bridges of window
Straight through the neighbor
Chimneys taken up past the visible
The weak absorbency of these orbs
Hardening outside the glass
Help me find higher occasions
To hold off the dark
For reflections off disappearance
Lamps sinking earthward.