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The Spotlight

"The Spotlight is where we preserve our past, celebrate our present, and encourage our future contributors."

-CSUDH English Graduate Association

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By Daniel Ojeda |

Let the ceiling fan have the spins

Collecting interior dust. With its very dull wooden rims

it creates minimal gust.

Their blades keep spinning without stopping,

Pull switch chain sounds throbbing, How I want sounds to keep moving, Think through and through. Create anything possible, to name a few.

Unlike childhood, we age to be decision-makers,

Even some unfortunate heart-breakers. Whether you were alone or surrounded by friends,

You are covered in our creations.

Pencils, tiles, your heart, and the cells

Then rings the bells Alarms that dwells Where sensitive conscious is.

Written in space that I had comfort, support, needing materials

And under a ceiling fan that did not stop. Such as creativity, cannot be dropped. Not soon, not now.

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