It is the dark time.
For though the sky is so white
that skiers buy $200 designer sunglasses,
and the schoolgirl down the street
smiles in her fort,
you can only barely remember the Sun
by staring into florescent lights.
The blaring silence
causes empty trees to bend towards the house
wishing they could enjoy your company.
This dazzling nightfall
covers you with glittering sequins
as you watch Burlesque dancers through your mask
wishing you didn’t know that the white dark beats with an intensity
that urges you reluctantly forward.