Flux
Silently, unsettling— the night settles in,
Quickly, unexpectedly it becomes a little unhinge,
Suddenly, speculatively seeking through the hours,
To cower or over tower— the threshold,
As it comes harrowing at your door- at a cusps-
Of what lies beyond the flux
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