Light Hides Behind the Night

Something is turning its back and forth.
Flares hit and slide. Smacks drip down the back
Of empty walls, dim light
Hangs and glides.

Plants are not the only things that grow. Growing is the flow
Of sound. Something on the other side
Wails, the blue dogs lick their sap, and the red moon
Knows no remorse. It is night for the planet of swamps,
Night for the spaces interspersed
In space; night even lies beyond.

We live in the world of night --
Past the sun it's always 12 o'clock,
When atoms spin,
That's their tock.

So let lights dance and fade: light can never hide,
Unless it mixes what it's not.
Then it slows and seeps, to darken
And glow. This magic is the play of light,
The stage of light, the way light hides
Behind the night.