Dont cheapen it with daylight
Or sliding traffic lights
Those liquid crystal beams from shadows to ground
Aperture overexposing bolts
Fleeting inky blotches on my eyes
Should be bringing into relief the figure of trees.
Flashes of light’s memory
All done in a blink.
Dodging impressions on the back of my eyelids
Richness of darkness
Hidden hope
The friction of static energy striking the ground
To awe and horrify
To be small and enveloped
The night ruckus rocking me
At my core, to sleep
Darkness & Light 