Again

A cobalt sky. Without sleep
again.
The silence though, tonight, is unnerving in
its intensity.
How can a cloudless sky have no stars? Where
do they hide? What is causing the silence?
When I look around I see the moon has
been watching me, secretly, strategically.
I know not the plan, nor the reason.
Then the horizon appears. What a surreptitious pair
of enemies
they are.
Illuminated from west and east,
I have to decide how to evade capture by the light.
Else I could be trapped
by night
or revealed by day.
A morning breaks, suddenly,
like an A-bomb,
blinding eyes and incinerating thoughts
of escape
from this wake,
again.

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