For most,

night was bleak,

day was sleep,


For him,

dark lit sky, same as it all

A single glare, and revolving glass

A bed warmth,


Through blackness,

Lying under,

A triumphant yellow,


For him,

night was light,

day was black.


For him,

blues were a loss,

whites were his home,

yellow a guide,


Daniel Wallock


His creative non-fiction has published in San Jose State University’s The Bolt Magazine.

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