Long Night Into Day
light stung
with its lack of tomorrow,
the what-was that devoured the what-if.
light lived in a hive of everstressed people,
below sharp blue height that leered over crowded boxes.
light, it ran away so fast.
it didn’t have to face the causes,
such as the clear-cut nudity
of the harsh sexless sex,
which was the overdose of money-smitten people
shackled in towers of ruthless equations.
light.
it hurt. it
framed. it trapped.
so brutal that hope
preferred to remain an unturned stone.
the night fed the light its lurid pretenders.
maskers who played cards without mercy.
games of dogs, paws on each other’s hearts,
digging for bones.
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