the stranger barks out the night
darkness flows all around us,
we dress and undress to the tune
of our own thoughs as they rain
down on the land as pellets of
ice, warmed and cooled as they
fall through the atmosphere...
the mistress spits out the day
light flows all around us,
we wear comfortable clothes
so that the head does not ruin
them with stains... unable to
wash them out once they appear
and we have no one to whom to
turn to trade what we wear when
the light turn day to darkness and
those who call themselvs by a
name unknown to us are those
that we refer to as our strangers.
9 December 2022
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