
It is telling, much in the way
Footfalls echo down a hallway
The queer notion of presence
Is enough to be a disturbance
Stimuli are nursed impulses
Darkness feeds into our fears
Take us to unexpected places
Our cognizant is led by biases
Having achieved but a fallacy
After leaving logic in darkness
We become frighted by sound
That is as innocent as a child
Returning to comfort of safety
To leave us feeling… infantile
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