Fears Under a Moonless Night
Walk this unlit road
where stars blink
at your fears
to catch
every shift of shadows,
every whisper, quiver,
and process them
like lab specimen in your brain,
yourself wary of its results.
A vision breaks out:
the next day’s headlines,
its images-
a body
with blade-opened neck,
lit by the new day
but the lamp posts lighting up
appear like lab results,
all reporting negative.
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