We’re the Latch

The faint light swells
To start the day.
It will grow bright,
And it will fade.

You’re not like light.
You’re not your pulse.
You’re turn and halt.
You’re and or else.

You’re the dim shapes
That break the waves
Of light to bits.
You count the bits.

You count them all.
You lose some bits.
You count some more.
You’re light’s locked door.