Chiarascuro

____DAY______

faces faces

millions of them.

eyes running into foreheads:

cheeks into chin:

ears into lips:

a messy mass,

nothing’s personal.

anymore.

_____NIGHT______

shadows of darkness:

NIGHTBLIND.

the sun rusted:

the moon arrested:

and the vulnerable stars keep on falling

like dry peepal leaves.

but then

leaves do find a ground.

at least.