In the beginningwas the dark
like the darkon the road
to Cochranewhen at highway
speedto flick headlights off
was to flirt with oblivion
the dark
like the long middle-of-the-night
hall on the blind do-not-disturb
walk when extinguishing
bathroom light removes all sight
the dark
a negation not unholy
in itself its depths
far more than a backdrop
for the coming dazzle
of yet-unformed stars
&
a sleep cocoonwith no glare
beyond the intensity
of the soon-to-be-established
moon for soon-to-be-slumbering
heads to rest unbothered
in burrow or nest
&
a country for reflection
for juxtaposition to school
us in our need to see when
we can’t see & for contentment
even then which he saw
as strangely good
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