when no one is awake
except the cats and I...
darkness floats around outside
waiting for the light as it
gradually disappears...
lights inside the house
resemble lights inside the mind
as doorways of consciousness
opening and closing
depending upon the brightness;
pathways connect and disconnect
faster than blinks of light
as it penetrates its dark lover
every morning aroused
by its own curiosities...
shadows become clearer
and then disappear as object
take on their own life,
thanks to the light and say
goodbye to that which made
it vanish temporarily into the
night adopting a sinister attitude...
reflections of light in the window
fades... along with the background,
streetlamps remain despite
their inabilities to see...
the day has arisen and life
as we know it to be... can be
bought and sold once again.
31 October 2021
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