I
named a portion of the night
That
remains in the corner
A
cipher
Where
no light remains
It
is a darkened theater
A
stage for plays
Adorned
richly
Dust
and detritus
Attend
each performance
Experimental
in form
Vulgar
and unrefined
A
faltering playwright
Must
pen these atrocities
They
stay in their corner
Works
of anonymity
The
underlying dialogue
That
informs
Constructs
and supports
All
that is allowed
To
see the light
My
corner of the night
Dense
and rich
Filled
in every crack
With
backstory
Muttered
ramblings
Thoughts
and feelings
Knowing
glances
And
broken hearts
Secured
Detached
Living
off the grid
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