Reclaim the night.
Reclaim it.
For in its corners lie dangers.
Secrets.
A nether world of shadows,
memories.

Even the moon cannot see there.
Not even the stars.

The night is sunless life.
Hidden.
Waiting.
Holding its own as being,
in spite of day.

Internal it is,
and not to be cleaved.

Reclaim it.
Find the will.
For in bringing light
to this darkness alive,
in cutting an opening
to this other life,
the wounds are seen,
and the wounds can heal.

 

2/6/2024