I watch
the lightbulb pop
imagine the darkness darker,
the furniture still waiting for me
to move amongst the moment.
the silhouetted image
burned in memory
slowly fades.
I navigate to the bed
by rote strip naked,
lay down,
think of the world
before the light went out.
The world before intensity
and darkness called me to wait alone.
for the morning to reveal
inaccuracy of my dreams.
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