As I walk out of the light, the dark swallows me whole, and the earth pats my barefoot soul hello.
My feet return the greeting. Faster, along the path, pretending to gallop, I divine my way. As the night air takes me in its arms, I push against her soil, and give a whoop. Somewhere down the road, a howl is returned, and a train wreck of barking bursts and bangs on windows. I push again and pluck the stars as disturbed night owls flutter. They’ve got nothing on me. I’m too big to carry off, and devour. Battle weary blades of grass, heroic defenders of mole fortresses, brush against my ankles. Flickers of light through fences send their warnings like lighthouse calls. And I race on, for there are no breakers here, no reefs to crash upon. Here, in the shadows, only the sighs of eddies trail behind me.
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