Night purged the day of all its illusions. Shops locked their doors to keep the darkness from dealing outside the daily guise of dollars. Cars coughed their last exhausts and hushed their combusting pulses as sickened veins of streets purged them unto curbs, driveways, garages, and neglected lots. Stop signs no longer begged compliance but ruled like forsaken gods reclaiming boundless jurisdictions. Every sound became a sin unmasked as that befouled background guise of agglomerating agonies dwindled to a hush of slumbering starlight. Each rustle and whisper beyond the wheezing breath of wind was exposed as vile acts to defile silence’s virgin purity.
Abodes, beds, and blankets buried souls in depths of dreams and voids no waking star could offer anything but shallow illusions as their rivals. Security cameras stared unblinking from their secluded stations, watching all the vacant darkness to ensure the overvalued world would not vanish from God’s ignorance and indifference while it received no greater gaze to greet or grate against it. All rhetoric turned a dead tongue to deaf ears, as if the moonlight's plagiaristic glow unveiled the prevalence and pallor of all two-faced pretenses.
The civilized world pled muted guilt in its negligence for becoming a defiled void where only garbage nourishes desperate and defiled scavengers that sneak in stealth to steal sustenance from purgatory-pinnacles of piled putrefaction. But in the other world, where men are scarce or not, predators scowl to stare starvation down rather than grin in graceless greed. Prey peels bloodshot eyes wide open to spot what lurks as fangs of shadow instead of closing blind in superstitious supplication to supposed Creators who made and placed them in this war of life outside Their own immortal interests and interventions. And all these so-called beasts live and die devoid of those Belphegorian deals the human realm restricts itself from realizing or remembering it had made.
The night endures as eyes cannot. It preaches truth as daylight rots. It makes life and death face each other in black reflective puddles of futility that show the thinning truth of all that peers into and fades upon them. And as we keep looking for brighter delusions to save us from night's dark conclusions- refusing to face life, death, dark, and mirrors- other eyes will gaze and blaze of inner flame to cast back every uninvited shadow as truth is blessed to bask within their glow. But my own eyes blazed of another kind of flame, though I could not see the dark light they cast in those reflections I’d peer past in search of brighter truth, and hope, and her...
