I would rather walk
my authentic steps into the night,
embracing obscurity,
than remain pliant fodder
for certainly lovely honey-traps
laid aforehand, by well-meaning pity.
The night and me
we are one abiding,
our abode,
beyond the reach you seek,
with your contrivances,
of lightmaking.
If you wait
until my return
then we may talk,
as equals.
You bring the true light
and intent
and I,
bring my friends,
of the dark.
Then,
we will sit,
in the balance,
of mutual possibility.
Arico Nuevo
26 November 2018
misterkaki 
Always get jealous when I see someone handle language like this. Well done.
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I felt familiarity with these words. Beautifull spoiler! My view is, most of us poets are loners to some extent! We taste life twice! Thank you for your ink sling. 😊
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Spoiler?
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective.
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Many thanks!
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Happy to share
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