It is a monster in the dark places

we think we don’t go

but we live there, don’t we

the bones of our  flesh

rotting until we turn,

light on our faces,

and leave (our crouched posture

ready to spring and creep

in shadows of decay)

and take one step forward

toward what is strange

and must be good:

a broad open space without

walls and lack and

competition for love.