Lit Writ
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Night exists
for the pin of a cat’s eye.
Night exists
to give gravity to our fears
of death and contortion;
For rain to fall
without our knowing
(secret tides of phantom growth).
Night exists
for our belief
of the warm, cupping skull of god—
the night of our palm.
This article originally appeared in Volume 31, Issue 20, published January 25, 2011.
