a poem for the night.
i went outside at midnight
despite the drizzle and the wind
that swept my umbrella into a shame
the porcupine head said it is mighty tonight
so i looked it up above my head
underneath the clouds
cowering from my sight
occasional cars shone
past their headlights
reveal me in my winter jacket
a dead dark figure
ethereal ghostly
i wanted to disappear
never before i have felt
to be one
with the moon
i want to vanish
but gleam faintly
so one might find me
when they look patiently
not by chance or by some insight
nor an impulse but by a desire
to have me revealed.
the pale light does not plead
it gently beams
waiting for the one
to gaze into her
until slowly
but surely
it unfolds its
horrid scars of
majestic beauty.
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