And night turns to day

And night turns to day,
day smothered in the fiery brass and billowed narcose
of dusk, while
night, starlit, clefted by the horn of the moon, suddenly
smiles like a naieve child in glittering ecstasy,
as nirvana struck its blue majesty's stem.
Truly, now mauled by hound and wolf, the day as it was,
slain, grows cold and fades to grey.
Dumped into oblivion.


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Anonymous said…
Powerful imagery, as always. Am looking forward to the day you get your work into an old fashioned (but much treasured) paper format. :)
19 August 2014 at 07:18
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