Being
Inside the Outside
Whereas daylight’s grace might
recognize
the trodden faces standing at the
edge
along the uncertain path to
perdition
the night’s cold embrace forbids
any fiction
and rather punishing and
unforgiving to foolish eyes
that dare walk out unto the darken
outside
unprepared; hoping to find a
hearth being inside
the dwelling places that fate denies
or memory’s love lost in lonely disguise.
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