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.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
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.
