The cratered dead remnant orbits what can’t let it go.
On a night I was alone and the lights weren’t left on
it helped me get my key in the door.
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Translations from the English 
Sometimes the only light we need to get through is just enough.
And it comes indirectly, shining off things we thought were dead and useless. Amen.
Just goes to show you that you should never write anything off as dead or useless.
I regret that I don’t have more time to read and comment about your exquisite poetry, Jeff. I’m always glad to walk through your door.