The moon scarcely remembers the night
When the valley wept for once
And dissolved into fragments of
Supple guilt and free-roaming sorrow.
The next tide impresses with shades of
Of enslaved moths and the incumbent flame.
Knowing becomes obsolete
When the final disposition awakens
And the lessons of yore are rewritten
In translucent blood.
Save me, Oh Specter of impending
Timelessness, from the clash of
Hope and Doom,
From which eventide will surely erect
A fortress so noble that this legion of
Unblinking twilight will disrobe and entreat for mercy,
And the warlocks will follow suit
As they prepare to be ravished by
Fallen angels with wings usurped by
Undulating visions of tomorrow.
Art: “Sunset at Etretat”