Entry 674

“I don’t write when I’m happy. What’s the point?”
-A Friend

I respect poets who produce joyful pieces 
but I don’t know any 
of these sunshine children.

I am a nocturnal creature.
This practice guides me towards dawn 
but then I go to sleep.

To be honest 
I don’t know many poets 
and would prefer to keep it that way.

Not many predators get along 
when chasing the same prey.

When shadows mingle 
lines blur — 
I intend to maintain my definition.

The dead influence me, 
I follow their path 
to feast in peace.

Silence guides us 
all to the same location — 
only one mind 
at a time.

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