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The Lower Midnight
I)
We are not running.
There is no ache of my legs
as I lie here.
We are not cheering.
There is no celebration
in the dead stillness of your hand.
If I close my eyes
fire becomes bubbles
smoking the air
and screams soften to words of love.
But my eyes don’t close.
They are blind,
unseeing.
II)
This is what exists:
Abyssopelagic ocean, an impenetrable darkness.
You call it lower midnight.
But from the chasm crawls a glow.
This is what has come:
False angels, the angle(r)
hasn’t changed.
A trap.
III)
Aphotic Boston.
The blind fish lures the minnows
with the promise of light
and in the swarm it strikes.
The night is unending.
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