Diprosopus

A night
At least twice as bright as usual
Where shadows are cast
On the far side of trees
That simply can’t see
The hissing of the lack of a breeze
Crystalline textures lace the ground
No rational fear extrudes
Where the content in contempt is found

Midnight sanctions
Gathered in the corners
Lost memories disguise
Carnage of the night
On the ground in waiting
Safety and comfort
Stains on your hands
Fresh from the fight

Eerie calm in the rushing ether
Stagnant, dread of static
Apparitions hastening into
The rushing clouds above
It’s alarmingly fine in the picturesque weather
Superfluously clear I have to wonder

Is it that that exists or me?