VIGIL

Darkness is illiterate.

                                                                                          You

                                                   wait for a word, but there’s

                                                   nothing;

                                                                        You wait for a sound

                                                   and there’s nothing.

                                          Midnight’s

   a time of its own.

                                    Whatever

   it hides is yours to imagine.

You almost hear a voice

   you loved above all others.

You’ll hear it in your dreams.

                                                But now there’s only midnight

    and silence.

                             You close your eyes

   and keep them closed, and listen.

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