“i St
ep
into the not
merely immeasurable into
the mightily alive the
dear beautiful eternal night”
― E.E. Cummings
the moon is a sliver
the darkness profound
deep and silent
but not so silent
this bottomless blackness
an owl hoots
a mother cow
bawls for its baby
desperation
a cat prowls
the wind sings the blues
sighing through the trees
a million points of light
flicker
flicker
the sky lives
and I am wrapped gently
gently
by the eternal
and so
I rest
peace
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