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Night Owl

this is my time
dark, all is still
all asleep
but not me
I’m busy approaching the heart of a mystery
a secret force
the face of truth

senses heightened
but not the usual ones
something within me bleeds outside the lines
reaching into the dark
and inviting it in

time slows
and the riddle becomes so tangible
I could almost unravel it by hand
if I could only grasp its tail
I know it’s right there
just inside the dark
so close, I reach
pulse quickens
nostrils flare
pupils widen
mind probes
it’s there, right… there…
closer than it ever comes at daylight
but so slippery
insubstantial as liquid
and there is no end to grasp

So I float, bathed in the enigma
letting it fill and teach me
and when it is banished by the light I long
to return to night again
Written by brokentitanium (k.)
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Author's Note
There is something intoxicating at nighttime that awakens my soul and teases me with ungraspable wisdom.... this is as close as I'll ever come to expressing it.
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