I needed the darkness
through these lamp pool nights
a dark, an a eclipse
chasing silhouettes goodnight
through this sprawling surface of limbed shadows
like my plant on my windowsill, courageously it will survive
too much light cooking its green leaves brown, it screams a wonder
what if my existence depended not on the sun, a star, nor the light from the moon?
Keeping owl hours, like a demon of the bats battering in the night
I need the darkness from this artificial light.