vole-human ontology

i haven't sat in the dark

if we write about ourselves,

let's not lie please
let's not dress it up'n
make it carouse with others

i haven't sat in the dark in months

since ive moved to the city
not one night in complete darkness

or at least not many
none memorable

what in Darkness
brings me closer to myself

unifies, silences:

is it the illusion of anonymity,

the basking in self-obscurity,


like lovers that think

it's always best when the lights are off


like the stuttering beauty

discovering her brain


like an elderly leper finding jesus

or happening upon sorok island

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like

something else at all times
and never pavement
only a breeze, a whisper
an abstract's abstract

mounts me
and carries me through the day
desperately seeking a night
in which no one can see me
in which my own dissident, diurnal critics
can't intrude on the small

fractious yet fracturing

dense morsel of beauty
living somewhere off the grid

yet there, too,

among the fears,
the scientific studies
left unpeerreviewed

(dubbed peerless)

prior to canonization.