Danny Gentile #65 - Untitled

Clock-hearted

the moon rush resolves

a broad untidy sky

To enter the hall

cavernous but empty

to leave it behind 

Take a seat before 

the curtain crushes down

on a false heaven

Leave the door open

for the insect

continues to resign

How many previous days

are brought here

clinging on the outer

And how many nights 

require preparation

overture and song

This universe dust

your accumulation

carries forward

As the eye of Cain 

scans signs of a moon

so easily assigned