Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Lunar Eclipse

Some nights are like that, darker, quieter.
No specific reason unless it is the barometric pressure
conjuncture of Mars and Jupiter
cracks in the asphalt
no reason I can discern on a conscious level.
Just darker, quieter. Closer. Further away. Just is.

How can away be more or less away today than yesterday?
Tomorrow, final tomorrow is closer; fire that will be.
Breath on my neck, hovering, waiting to put its teeth around,
pull me into a future I won't fight.
I feel it, that future. Rough tongue wakes dormant cells,
scrapes away sleep, gangrene, plunging knives.

Arise you slumberers, arise.

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