No Sun; No Moonthick creamy days dissolvein dense charcoal nightsWe need to generate itWhatever’s called lightNo hunt; no fightNo sheers; no white faltering stepsscan sidewalkseyes adapt slowlyto dusky shadesIn witching hoursNo day; No nightNo horizon; no twilight trust reinventinghabits meltingIn unheard zonesshapes emergingfrom depths unknownNo pits; no heightsNo sky; no flights dVerse Poetics No-vember
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