twilight to dawn

where do you suppose the light goes
when the shadows creep in?

I never felt quite myself
until night came on, like a fever

the warmth spreading to heat
the mind shifting to another plane
creating something palpable
this great want of words

molding it and giving it legs
letting it go and watching it
walk, run, and wander around

or lying back while it
dances on the ceiling

more than vapour, less than clay
slipping out with the start
of a new day

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