the terrible sun remorseless and bright burns our parchment skin and drinks our rivers dry gonna be another scorcher gimme a slug of your bug juice help me close my mind I eschew the day renounce the light to seek the company of strangers in the dead of night
I was not born to darkness
I just gravitated towards it a
moth to an invisible flame night
cradles me in its arms just as it
cloaks the trembling stars night
will not surrender me and I am glad of
it I love the silent hours and savour my isolation it’s
as close as I get to being free
these are the days of mass migration proxy wars and famine I’m
a hidden being obscured by darkness but we must shine like those fading stars for whatever time is left us before the total eclipse of all
humankind and the tender blessings of eternal
night
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