Thursday, September 6, 2018

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

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