Don’t know why
Or even when or where or
How it came about.
Didn’t see it in creation.
Came to life all on its own.
Broke the flow of concentration.
Shifted gleefulness to angst.
Played a game of woeful kinship
On a spirit wild and free.
Suddenly the world is nightfall,
Shadows lurk in apparition.
Dark foreboding,
Desperate silence
Searching, listening for the call.
Turning this way, that way,
Which way.
Each direction so unsure.
Wanting for a guiding angel.
Waiting for the next footfall.
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