A beacon to allay boredom,
turned down as boredom fades.
The light forgotten on days,
and nights when boredom dissipates
completely.
As the dreaded boredom
creeps back in unbidden,
the light is sought out once again,
without regard to the lights existence
alone.
Joined with the light,
rays of warmth and safety
exude from deep within,
peace and wholeness return,
unbidden.
Boredom and restlessness
seep in, even here,
leaving the light alone
once more, a mere shadow of
ennui.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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