Night-Walking

The binary blackness,

cordial and aloof like a

debonair pauper, envelops

my desolate brashness. Hidden

by the nigrescence I can

annul my quotidian obligations,

shrouded as I am by the day's

nightgown.

--

Eyes grow used to night's

shades, serrated frosted

stars graduating the totality

of oblivion. Shapes foregather,

a jumble of lines and curves, filling

the inky emptiness. Solitary.

Earth at the end of days.

Pause before the hand ticks.

--

Noise subjugated. Obstructions

doused. Logic debased.

Just I.

Alone.

Free to behold what might have been.