night fear

by mistersoto

in days so late
that have yet to begin
its presence
is waiting to greet
with an all encompassing embrace
it’s mute uncertainty
lures
the lumbering
mind’s overtime
overloaded
in a darkness blinding
it’s formlessness
is it’s shape
descending or ascending?
grasping at undercurrents
of possibilities
too numerical to calculate
seeking
the one at the edge
of a veering dream to pull
us awake
into daylight’s
clarity

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