Home from a war of long ago,

alone with shadows,

I roam the house on all fours,

face up at the ceiling,

until I find the dark

under a pool table

in a finished basement

 

The carpet feels safe and soft there

 

Distant cousins of chaos,

they creep along side me

in six steps of stealth

seeking peace

in the knowledge of shadows

 

 

 

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