T W I L I G H T ISLAND
A silent equation unbinds deep rings of fire, Palpable in damp ravines And oceans gathering around the island’s edge. Out of the parabola of the skies, Summer galloped in with its sad stillness Full of slow time and blinding rays.
As time slips into stones, Shallow moons fall into tepid lakes And girls hover in their reflections Living scene by scene. I once lapsed into numbness, Perhaps, I am here or lost dreaming of, A colony of peaks soaring into orbs of distance, Rhythmic forests that swell as lunatic terrors And, into diagonal rains which seep in Shadows of feathers, shadows of needles, Full of breath and the holler of myths. We are at the beginning and the end.
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