Night as Scripture


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When the difficult questions
go home and slip out of their armor

become softer

When even the most rigid lines look up
and acknowledge the otherwise faint flicker
they occupy in infinity

When unconditional compassion for
a long buried, never spoken shame
rises from underground

an imperfect redemption

and loneliness runs in torrents
down the streets
like howling misfits

the piano keys disconnect
from the dainty hammers

the dancing shoes are abandoned

survival is an olive and gray Hopper painting

shadows and footfalls are language
and not everyone speaks

There are no messengers
or prophets locked in debate
over what the verses mean

When all conversations are in free fall
gravity being the only truth

Which of these silent stars
is the right word for found?

“Manarola” by photographer Donald Chan


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