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The shape of night is a trick 

Do not be deceived by it

It is amorphous 

And you do not breathe beneath it. 

You have a gift but you do not see it

You hold what you think is a trick of the light 

You cannot comprehend it. 

There is a sound but you have missed it

Each time you turn your head, 

The emptiness thickens a little more 

Stop looking for the glow in the east

It is not your guide, you do not have 

A compass

Though you have a backpack, it was big enough

Heavy enough, it broke your back 

So set it down. 

The night will keep all your lies,

Neatly preserved, for as long as you like

Like a doting mistress - 

It is vulgar, crude 

And knows no better.