Darkness Plays
By Richard Dinges Jr.

Darkness plays at midnight,

rumbles in mellow bass

snores, rises to epiphany

in a short tiny shriek

from a mouse when cats

hunt, wraps itself in star-

lined shrouds and simmers

behind moon’s pale grin,

whispers lies to blind men

and hides on the other side

of dreams, while I stare

into a void I know stops

at a ceiling, listening

and waiting for darkness

to descend upon my chest,

enter through my dilated

pupils and carry me slowly

toward the horizon where

the sun will never rise.

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