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in this night

late in this night
much later than the
middle of this night
when all the stars
were the brightest

by the dimmest light
light of the smallest
candle, a little stump
fighting his own battle
pushing away the dark

this was the moment
the right spot in time
when this blunt pencil
was touching the paper
scratching the surface

by movement of hand
darkings appeared on
the paperwhite plane
as like the black stars
in a bright white sky

“in this night” © 2014 Rob Knetsch

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