As For

As for sitting at the table, it was before daybreak.
It was a person being a darkness within a darkness,
welcoming that.
It was not even a person being a silhouette,
because to be a silhouette
someone would have to be behind, observing.
The table was bored.
The person was ecstatic.
The cup from which the person was drinking
might as well have been a Ouija planchette.
It was importing worlds constantly.
There was a bias. The person might have felt
a bit like a nun in the darkness.
It was a good feeling.
No, it was a great feeling.
Nuns like darkness.