Ferte In Noctem

‘Bring On The Night’

 

Rising

above all

parables of linear

logic, I defy horoscopes of

sunless despair; dense blue canopies of

webbed shadows dart to seize the luminescence

of my epiphanies. Leaping over charcoal clouds, I

chase half a yellow moon across the bloody

meridian; to the scintillating moonlight

I beg, with my arms spread –

break me or make

me speak

tonight.

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