Kit Kelen #1220 - the long night to Europe

1220

the long night to Europe

science fiction noises

and the rumble of wheels not there

the blood has always been before

runs around

in corridors

and past made beds imagined

strip cartoon

pageant of things glorious

for having been

fall in with

as if

Byzantium

in the long rigging quilted

days identical

trouble of wheel

of fire

there are pinpricks of light

they grow

it was always a tunnel ending

the forest fallen, a fleet

yellow light

bibles of wheat and of corn

long night to my skin

so lovely pure and kill for

symbols to go with

convulsions in the unseen

you would never dream of

it's their hearts make dark

brought upon themselves

and we – how far from harm

here, not here yet

where my skin was once

where my blood has always been before

just when you think you can't fall lower

call the new day bright

so often it is

it won't matter where in the world you are

this skin full of it –

vain pride

everyone will be great again

it's how the dark begins