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Fear Stalks The Night

Making sense of it all…
our grandest myth

Wisdom born of age,
bleeding youth's betrayal

Questions dry unvarnished,
cold naked in the night

Darker darks reface the cliff,
all edges sharper cut

Two images, clearer than before,
preying in deadly contrast

Wonder imprisoning the day
-fear stalking the night

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)