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the sun implodes into himself

the moon cries, deleted moans

there is a heart of dark insights

and there is blood dawn incites

 

the new day with caromed philosophy

rituals of skewed wisdom

the light's trickery

the shadows' despondency

 

we are all a cycle of hours

into days into nights into days

into matter that doesn't matter

for more than a few

 

ephemeral moments at most.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

4/27/16

Reviews

[hcarson]

i really like this one...you must be so bored of hearing that haha, very well done on this in all seriousness :) top marks

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, h.

j.

[AYVID N]

You are a poet par excellence, that is known to everyone whom your poetry touched, yet sometimes you say something so priceless and in such matchlessly beautiful words, that the spirit is shaken and I am sure the universe, somewhere, takes note. This poem on us, is one such favorite.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for this very kind review, DIVYA...
j.