Truth in the night

there is truth in daylight
the colors of the wall, the angles of a table
the details that the eyes grasp

but of the night, a different truth
that which lays pooled about in the shadows of the day
honesty, emerging from the blurred twilight
its true shape forged
from the black+white lens filter of a time before
the afterdreggs:
trash on a table
cans and bags lying forgotten on the floor
	whisperings of many people,laughing, shouting, chatting
sleeping forms
	their tremulous breaths speak of trust
lingering dreams of bacchus