The door is ajar; an accident,
perhaps, or by design.
Who is to say?
Through the slightest opening
darkness creeps in
with the stealth of a cat
stalking a spider,
so very quiet,
sure to create disturbance.
The room is lit by candles,
soft glow, a warm radiance
of concentration.
Something is about to happen
in the confluence of light
and dark, an awakening
or descent. Who's to know?
Only the rhythm of breath
will decide, and even then,
no one will witness
the stormy aftermath.
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