“What the Eyes Do Not See”
What I see
is given form
by light,
refracting,
reflecting,
translating mass
into shape
and colors
and faces,
but in the darkness
something shifts,
something stretches
out a taloned hand;
the soft susurration of scales,
the sharp stench of sulfur
and a whisper
of words
I wish I did not understand.
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