Happy to have this small recognition.

Insignificance smothers me.

The darkest night

Deep and claustrophobic,

Thick and damp with tears,

Shadows, hug close

Old familiar helpers.

Blue velvet, softly sensuous

And alluring,

Mirroring dangerous reflections

Indistinguishable from dreams,

Folding quietly about the years.

Encompassing, stroking gently at decrepit flesh

Sometimes cold, sometimes warm,

Sometimes comforting…

But even during frivolity,  

The lonely shadow lingers

The children of the imagination enter,

Folding about the loneliness like a felt blanket

Drawing pictures in the dust.

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