Princess of light and dark in equal measure,
your fluorescent brow hovers where I attempt
sleep. At ease, I urge inane,
inept, uninterested sentries of
my better sense, whose bosses left
by the last unannounced
thing that seemed...to want
to reach you: but better sense
impales, and fades, over
exposure left — & trusted instinct
tells you I preserve still
detachment. Blink and turn,
it’s night again, and we’re marooned,
unlit, unacknowledged: dark and light.
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