Chip Papers

Lightly now,
The footfall of the night
Shifts uneasily into early morn.
All about
The protest, the dissent
Remains, but now quieted
Forgotten
Like the remnants
Of ancient texts of truth
Yet morning
Like the day of the desert
Oft brings forth truth
Hidden in caves
Buried
Hoped missing, believed perished,
That gives light to the darkness
That so surrounds us all
But kept at bay –
For now –
By sodium-bright light.

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