Walk this unlit road
where stars blink at your fears
and catch every shift of shadows,
every whisper, quiver,
process them like lab specimen
in your brain.
A vision breaks out:
the next day's headlines, its images-
a body with blade-opened neck,
lit by the new day
but the lamp posts lighting up
appear like lab results reporting negative.
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