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.

Seriously,

everyone knows ’bout the electricity & fireflies.

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