HOW TO CARESS
Darkened blue, the streets at night appear
to be glazed with something - a midnight
crew is arriving to flush the roadway of
debris. Some have seen the crash, and others
the collision - so they claim. I see nothing.
Nor did I see anything at all. When night
comes to me I hunker in its shadows, glad
to be unseen; and hidden like a dream I
find a surcease of sorrow, and stay on.
It comforts me to know the inner joy of
the darkness outside. I revel in seclusion.
Then, then yes, with morning light,
everything old begins anew, and I
must - once again - connive my
way to finding something true.
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