conspicuous light invades
we lurk and linger inside it all
wondering what is next...
tears form in the hand's palm
as nervousness initiates
we are poised and ready but
not balanced... fears cause us
to bend and pierce the night
with our eyes, hoping darkness
does not conceal too much...
we are in and out but move more
slowly than we are cautious,
black is the symbol we seek
camouflaged by the nightness
and the eeriness it conveys...
silently we peer inside windows
where the light hides our fragile
presence... we see nothing and
decide to return to our quarters.
August 29, 2023
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