When Night Comes

I am a secret
     insomniac

Delving into
     delirium

Messenger
     bearer

vessel
     medium

worthy to channel
nothing & no one

hollow
     high pitch cry

my ears
     seem to emit

as I attempt to listen
to silence & stare at dark-
ness still searching for sen-
tient sentences

in the fading vagueness
of the translucent afterimages

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