The night is evil
playing in the dark
with one eye open
to the naive stranger
walking through the park
Unable to see
through the leaves
the toes walk
the treacherous land
approaching each tree
as a thief
Feeling the rough bark
I cautiously tend
to a living thing
for my body
is escaping life
with a cringe
This ground is dirty
and my toes feel the beads
like sand underneath the sun
but I awake to a moon
shining upon the blue soul
my mind has spun
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