Blackout on "The Blackout"

I read the poem "The Blackouts" by Rafael Campo today, and immediately I knew I had to do a blackout poem on it.

Freedom Past the Stars

the power dies at night

a brighter time to flood with light

might crush them.

a swig of rum,

someone else's touch in the breeze.

imagine their shadows,

how far the world must seem.

the open windows,

climbing in

to freedom past the stars,

across the seas.