Stranger Again
Written with Grace Meinke
Of darkness and sound and smell
Was he, trapped in the pigments
Of wrong-ness, of bad influence.
A two-dimensional presence--
Yet somehow more an absence.
Sharply silky against the skin;
Tugs at the hair, the gut.
Addictive and unsettling.
It hurts to be happy sometimes.
Yet the moon only shines in darkness,
And he is the sky, the stars
Surrounded by full blooming black.
He makes you wonder if it is
Worth it to bare the Night,
To watch his light form
Constellations around you.
Soon, chased away by the sun,
Warmth is your reminder,
And suddenly time has been lost--
The Earth won't stop spinning,
the galaxies change
And suddenly,
He is a Stranger again
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