looking out from atop this verdant hilltop.
My pulse stops and my breath catches
in my chest, burning me hollow.
Which of us learned what is best?
Answer, lest the gist get lost and
we begin to speak in tongues foreign
and sinister to the others' sensibilities -
not that there's any sense to it when
The Light Shines Down!
And it seeks out the blackest shadows truly.
Here I stand looking out, in the shade.