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Dec. 20th, 2012 11:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoceptionThe longest night isn't so long.
He liked that it was a cap, a beard, a tee.
That darkness was only a skulker behind things.
But we too are only behind things.
And behind behind isn't in front.
We are a darkness.
Back behind us is what's neither dark nor bright.
Back behind us is so sad there's no non-sad to tell you what's sad.
So sad light took its cap off long ago.
And since then only holds it in its hands.
He liked that it was a cap, a beard, a tee.
That darkness was only a skulker behind things.
But we too are only behind things.
And behind behind isn't in front.
We are a darkness.
Back behind us is what's neither dark nor bright.
Back behind us is so sad there's no non-sad to tell you what's sad.
So sad light took its cap off long ago.
And since then only holds it in its hands.
