Fear Stalks The Night

Making sense of it all…

our grandest myth

 

Wisdom born of age,

bleeding youth’s betrayal

 

Questions dry unvarnished,

cold naked in the night

 

Darker darks reface the cliff,

all edges sharper cut

 

Two images, clearer than before,

preying in deadly contrast

 

Wonder imprisoning the day

—fear stalking the night

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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