O’ moon – but a glaive in the night
Coursing slow, tainted glow
Shine with the power of your light
Bloodied, sullied, low
In vespertine wood
Dance! Done the garland of night
Bequeath thirst to datura
Soul as the primrose, the heart – brugmansia
Slake on Ipomoea alba
Is this tranquility or just vacuuous terror?
Nay – I stand berift of tyrannical fetters!
In crimson wood, weep your haunting hymn
Dwelling on the threshold of rational thought
Cross the twilight course – Aristilus glares
By wolves of fear, I am now sought
Avian fellowship – hurriedly fly away
Through the wild woods – dream of childhoods
Sate those cast astray – misunderstood
On a bridge with both ends ablaze
With morning’s rise, ne’er a memory stays
Fiery leaves of autumn lie sorrow-drained
In this absurdist reflection, redemption
On a bridge with both ends ablaze
With morning’s rise, ne’er a memory stays
Revel in umbral embrace – lay with eventide muse
Climax cries influence – bask in sweet afterglow
Crazed notions given verisimilitude
Vespertine word is my food
Candlelight is the sun
Focus object renewed
Dithyrambic orations pierce the silent hour
Star-drunk and moon-stoned prose
Dervish of word, within and before – devours
I engulf galaxies with my stare
Down-ward, I turn my gaze
Nearing end of mind’s maze
Drift away – fervent haze
Passing to halcyon days