Midnight Slip

Of engines and tongues

Of narratives and footing

Watch each of them slip

Direction changing

Still felt, even in the dark

As the dream absconds

All the same, I stand

Could one claim I lost a step

By midnight's lumens?

Even moon is new

So why not one's impression

Of path through the dark?

My path leads to you

Even on the cold hard ground

This remains core truth

So with end secured

What place has uncertainty

Or vacillation?

Like slip of the dress

Oscillations are subtle

In spaces between

Even slip's slipping

There is an obviousness

To midnights worn thin