Insignificant after midnight in Maine

To say that the darkness
owns the night
seems at first redundant

self-evident
until one thinks again
and realizes that everything

everywhere is night
with but the few interruptions
that random suns cause

matches flaring for a moment
as if sulphur in the nose
of a non-existent God.

like fading freckles
on a vast and endless skin
which is not us.

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