Various qualities of darkness
have fallen on the vicinity
of these, asleep or awake,
who take their consolations where they find them,
who deplore the drift of things,
of those who have made the same mistake before,
who no longer fear their fathers,

of one who exults in his fragment of night,
and one for whom night is a looming ambivalence,

of one who reveres the space his psyche occupies
and one whose psyche falls short of itself,

of one under whose sun the world glistens
and one the streets of whose world do not confirm.

Oliver Rice | That Loom, That Glisten, That Fall Short

(Source: albany.edu)