I’m not ‘fraid o’ the night,
where light illuminates the dark & dark illuminates the light;
‘stead I fear the day,
when the flesh-faced hunters—Aughooo!—wake,
marching out on the open plain,
as if we don’t all know what’s @ stake ‘tween our stakes.
Day like a desert saps me dry
till I become drunk on inebriated light & stumble blind.
Contrastingly, the night makes me much less anxious,
wrapping me with its twins: breeze & blankets.
Ignore the slander that night has no light
from those who ignore electricity & fireflies.
everyone knows ’bout the electricity & fireflies.