drains the avenues holding
silenced might of the contrary solitary
pushing toward the wake-up call
of living
semblance circulates
positioning listening
to the soft hungry horror
of everything
watching as phantom dust
abrupts the quiet endeavor
ever quick to lash
against disdain
makes no difference to me
moment only
rests the sight
culminates the night
in growth
of ever new
essential
otherwise sunk dark
cackling breathers
search for harbor
to dump their
self afflicted
shame
I came
I came more
toward the quickening
flash great open
pouring of every direction
unknown foaming
round the crest of tipped
water wave, heave
every heavenly issue
stars hang in dormant extended shine
but once in awhile, they shoot out
blazing evidenced movement in their wake
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