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In the Night


The fanned failings of others,

sieved through whirling thunderstorms

are a mere reflection

of my own unresolved

steel plated dice,

like a crafty trickster

I have cleverly disguised.


As I remove my armament

before bed,

I find it is jammed,

its bands tangled,

its clasps eroded.


It is time to uncover myself

and face my state,

as there are no weapons

awaiting to afflict me

in the night.


A. Johnson

Photo of Victoria Hall Residence at Queen's University, Kingston, Ontario, Canada

Photo by A Johnson, Kingston, Ontario, Canada


Inspired by:

Buddha, The Dammapada


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