What is the illusion banished by dawn?
What is the night, what ethereal darkness, what fears,
unsung jackdaws mocking eternal worry
a private joke, khee khee khee, shrieking!
And moon can only bathe and salve
the bleed out, the daily cutting, the thrashing
in blinding night, the creeping rays blanketed by
nautical zero, the wait, the hidden breath, the impossible
comfort, the zeal of charcoal brazier, limited
and amber, almost, almost, ready set go!
Inspiration: Tania Pryputniewicz at Tarot for Two
Photo Credit: https://www.flickr.com/photos/jessicamullen/9313884117
Categories: Poetry
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