night

night is blue T.V. light ghosts
flickering on stranger’s living room walls
spied through windows in the dark;
it is a closer time for those with extra arms
a lonely time for those without
who sit like amputees alone
mourning the sense of something missing;
night bleeds a different light
that reveals an inner landscape
where things like the Elysian are dwelt on…
too long…too long;
it is a black ocean that pulls us under
that we might drown in sleep
to awaken on a different shore,
in different country cleansed of what came before

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