Tonight I am in need
of an empty dusk
a sunset void of stars
a sky so dark
that possums cower in their dens
and owls refuse to fly.
If it's true, as I heard today,
that sounds trigger
the imagination, I'm still not
worried; I won't be scared.
you can leave me
alone with the night
& allow me
to crawl and scrape my way
toward morning. I promise
that you won't need
to come find me.
I'll find my own way out.
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