Mythos & Marginalia

I have heard it before;

shouting on the street.

Total darkness. 

           It could be

           3:46 a.m.

     in any other city.

The violence of silence

                 is not unique

   to downtown Toronto.

When I hear bottles smash

           in the night

   I try not to think of

             human bones. 

   Fragility, and

     all of the pressure 

     we are under.

     For what?

To live?    I don’t know.

     To try?

We are all trying

                 to live.

   To breathe.    To sleep

3:54 a.m.

12/03/2024                                                                                                                         j.g.l.