shadows enfold the sunlight
as when blood seeps from my wounds.
fading brightness to dark delectable night.
night life – eyes wide and hypnotizing
yawns are stifled an the pen
returns from his solitude.
fresh thoughts awaken while the world sleeps
this dark death is life-
a living breathing speaking
reminiscence of (my own) humanity.
deep thick titles of thoughts roll off a gentle soul and
I cherish every syllable I speak
my silver glowing mood
speaks elegies and epilogues
to stories never spoke aloud.
my reign must end and
i must again conform to
the benign experience