wanting

Strange and luminous about the shadows

All electric over the fog
You find peaceful icons about the light
Alack! The Knave felt good
Quite misty under the mist
We pull green thoughts among the air
Damn! The twilight must continue
Strange and luminous about the shadows
I sense bright men under the light
Bizarre! The passion is born
opaque awake
blurring at the edges
sun on his face
Down what streets
the god
turn aside
trying to remember