Ravened at first light, it too must eat.
As the conflated stuff of a unanimous
shadow maintains innocence, while
scuffing walls.
Windows are revisited with the
foreknowledge they are not afforded
the luxury of mirrors.
As three stone cold numbers exchange
value, with the impiety of illusion--
(wait for it.)
It's happening again, all of it--working
on the confidence of your attendance.
Lairs are snuffed out, for distances
that may trouble location.