In the Death of Hectic Night

I found a shady place to sit,
the dark of night obscuring it.
In darkness, being; safe from harm,
I felt a sense of peace and calm.

There came a bright and pulsing light,
to burn away the cooling night.
I turned and faced it, in my head
there formed some words, and so I said,

“You know; you’re not so good.”
“You’re right”.

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