Tonight, the veil between the worlds is thin
and is as sheer as gossamer. To touch
its fabric is to let the shadows in,
and find one's means of light simply a crutch
that guides a mere footstep or two beyond
the circle we imagine with our eyes,
a stick with which we try to sound the pond
and find no bottom. There is no disguise
this night to turn our demons from the door,
nor simple ruse to hide behind in fear;
and all our gadgets, tools and such are poor
defense against what truths we would make clear.
On Hallows' Eve we each get what we ask;
for some, reward is just another task.
30 OCT 2005
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