Take down the street lights
I"m not afraid of the dark,
Nor am I any less vulnerable
if my isolation is magnified
by one of these buzzing
thin g s.

Their odorous hum is offensive
and they violate my vision of the
innumerable galaxies
living simultaneously
with ours.

I squint,
wanting to witness Them
as they witness Me,
But even the moon's illumination
   shining down acceptance
      like high noon heat
is interrupted
by the harsh orange-ness
stinking up
   the shallow space.

The shadow they cast
hovers beneath me
   lonely, irrelevant;
I prefer the one the moon draws,
dripping out behind me
to linger in places I have passed,
or stretching out in front of me
   like a perpendicular mirror
to show me places I've yet to go...

Take down the street lights:
Of these shadows
and of any mysteries the Darkness holds
   I am not afraid.