NIGHTS


Such an innocuous name.

Nocturnal emission,

A solitaire game

A lone star fission.

A dreaming of,

A crying sob.

A lonely vision

An admission of emptiness.

The exacting thought

That comes to nought.

The inside out

The wanton shout.

I am here

And I fear.

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