The moving dark dragged over me
By light’s swift exit there
Is full of things I cannot see
That settle in my hair
The silent creeping skittering things
That haunt me night and day
Find scuttling harmony that sings
Where they come out to play
And in the dark of my night mind
I hear them chanting there
The tones and scales of going blind
Condemning those who care
Turn back, oh dark, come forth, good night
Or day will break at last
And in my bartering numbed-down sight
Reveal the sins that passed
I cannot mourn what isn’t known
I cannot grieve the loss
For by the seeds of sorrow sown
You did not count the cost.

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