The void is a friend

Photo by Francesco Ungaro from Pexels

What day forgets itself entirely?

What night glows more than a city night?

Long walks

Beautiful darkness Potential death

Bugs buzz around the streetlights

Around the streetlights

Wanting

Weary eyes pass them by 

Walking on curling hands

Wonderfully tempting the night

With glitter & dyes

Oblivious oblivion

In the life of ghosts

Lifting on & across the planet to Jupiter 

& so forth

It wasn’t anymore

For the end was 

At the door

On an astrologer’s best guess

It was a house of ghosts

Not theirs anymore

© Niliema Karkhanis

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