9/06/2024

the night forest.



The mantra of the moment becomes wick'd into 
a slit-eyed candle flame within an instant 
 and before you know it creatures thought 
familiar turn feral as they round a corner
 of the street beneath the flickering lamplight 
of a neighborhood ensconced within a Lucretian 
crater of shadow because within these pockets 
of concealed darkness, the entire world's order
 of things works itself out in the dead of night 
down rotten old alleyways, where you can still 
hear the rattling echoes of kicked cans and worn out 
hoary shouts to the winter gods, when the edge 
of the primeval forest line sweeps up behind one 
like a tide creeping up into their rearview mirror, 
a visible whispered reminder that no matter how 
far away you might escape, there's no releasing 
 the hold the night forest has on your soul.  
  
    

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