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Trillions and trillions of deadlights above Instruments of brief ascendance in hand Cloak draping land all around me Interrupting whispers evaporate again What corresponds to this salvaged signal Some shock of ages, some modern Grendel Ball lightning brawls beyond my bawling eyes From somewhere a sadness what does it mourn Blue blood red blood green buds brown bugs Every life a chalice to be spilled or poured What higher food chain will come swallow ours Some scrabbling within, some reflection apart Fire and tallow strategically placed Wick and thrown shadow show half my face A thin tendril splits off and slides down the hall I think to follow but my feet root in place What else is at home here when we're here alone Some aspect of after, some dark aglow Nothing gets by animals my dog's ears perk up A disturbance not of scent but wolf pack instinct She powers to her paws running to be my guard Not seeing that by which we feel ourselves seen What visitor or roomie is always under the bed Some entity hidden, some hungry secret