Wednesday, October 01, 2008

In the dark it clings to me

In the dark it stirs
there, just off center
in the darkness

a bristle of legs or wings
a scintilla of a movement
of air

I close my eyes and
listen for it
listen to the dark
listen to the darkness

Its enveloping touch
soft surrounds me
all is soft, the dark
seeping out
slowly seeping

It is with me in the dark
It stirs within me
creeping up my spine
lodging in my crevices

weeping weeping weeping
in the darkness
sweeping through the dark

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