Out of a moonless night a shape moves toward while something at the same time moves inside as if the two approach each other with knowledge while breath freezes the heart locks and speech belongs to another place and power.
		Cave born glide through night and lodge at home in heart.

	Still late night there was a place after if I'd wake up from or in the quiet of dark what lurked in the connection in the place that was the same place as love touch need while I slept in comfort a brother murdered we'd talk all night about the coming age of peace in that surrounding dark it was almost as if thinking back the shadows who were we rushing into her her pulling me into her where the niceties of mind go away and all that remains is a force that pushes in a jungle that same brother crouched in a hole in a cave while we touch we hold each other what are we my friends when that silence the dark speaks up.