midnight darkness under the oak

the darkness under the cover
of the oak during the midnight
is summoning my presence.

i won’t realize its intention(s)
until my arrival, which will be
i always listen to the darkness.

the crescendo of the orchestra
begins its ascent to the depths of
notes, that rattle my empty soul.

i’ve reached my destination,
cold, gloomy, and black.
seeps in through my pores.

apparently, i had become too kind,
and needed the re-up on iniquity:
thank you, darkness, for the reminder;
sometimes, i forget my true purpose.

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Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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