Gone dark (a poem)

Accidents will happen…

Pitch black
but for reflections off the glass
outlines peek through from underneath

Something’s happening
but the evidence is scarce
we may have to call someone in this time

Sound but no vision
then silence masks everything
but points of light at the periphery

What was once inside out
is now a well-kept secret
we can see through—but not in

We’re going to have to call someone in this time

(19 October 2018)


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