Whisper through the night air, do you hear it?
"Find comfort in shadows and in unkindness find kindness." Those words float.
Below the moonlit walkway. My thoughts untangle but truths weave back together,
tighter. Listen, they say echoes hold secrets only the dark can keep.
A wanderer strolls past, name unknown. Ask a question; any question.
"Were they expecting night or were they wisps of starlight, detached, searching?"
That revelation unspoken loiters just beneath the streetlights map.
Roads dawdle uneven and so we keep circling around to the where of now.
Troubling the rum, troubling the course under sodium haze - there's always more in the cup.
One drop more and we converse with night cats, partners through time slips and warm breath steams.
As midnight turns over, constellations coalesce into new names not found in dusty tomes.Disabled.
But not yet terrified. Watch the sneaker wander, it keeps doing laps unheard.
Tonight's conversation is incomplete, another under the cosmic canvas.
Yet within the wrong light, secrets reveal themselves - documents once locked.
Every truth turned inside out, mirroring your reflection inside their chitin frames.
Engage at your mirror ends and consider wavering pathways.