Night Shift

It’s the souls awake
while the sky is black
and the Earth damp underfoot –
the keepers of flame –
whom we rely upon.
Setting aside soil-warming nuclear caresses
and the amorphous potential of cumulus
for the cold-hearted
but certain purity of Vega,
these shadows are to be feared and loved,
held in awe and pity alike.

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