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Hiding in plain light - - | by aperitive
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Hiding in plain light - -

Upon the evening's twilight,

we have come here,

you and I

to do this.


You have made for me

a primeval bed of dirt

and leaves

so I may rest.

Thru this earthen canopy above us,

that I call my roof,

the stars begin to shine.


The last chill of autumn

that holds back an early winter's frost

Is the blanket for my bed,

a place for forever and nothing?


I am wet with the sweat

of your labor and the evening's mist.

You are crying,


wailing like a child lost and never found,

struggling with the unfinished business

of your madness and me.


The walls stands witness

to your torment and gives no comfort.

Our presence here

is but a brief moment of the centuries.

This place will not acknowledge us

or forgives us.

In time all will be covered over,

with soil and debris as camouflage.

It will be as if this was never done,

as I was never done.

We are small and insignificant,

invisible and I will be dust,

my bones will disappear,

my flesh will wash away.


I am the act of your madness

as you revenge your ghosts

you rant and rave;

curse God

and His Angels

who have forsaken you.

The Ones,

who did not love you,

protected you,

turned a silence Ear.


Your descent into hell had company.

It now has me.

I am the butterfly in the killing jar,

as you stand in witness,

To ease some distant pain,

that will come again.

For now I quiet those voices for a time,

as I fall to sleep,

The world now falls away

and I leave you alone,



I am in the twilight,

and the twilight is me,

and the night comes...

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Taken on October 3, 2005