Long Night Into Day
light stung
with its lack of tomorrow,
the what-was that devoured the what-if.
lost in a pine forest of overdose needles.
below sharp blue height
that leered over endless boxes.
light, it ran away so fast.
it didn’t have to face causes.
the clear-cut nudity
of harsh sexless sex.
the cortege of wind-tumbled people,
prisoners of ruthless equations.
the light.
it hurt. it
framed. it trapped.
so brutal that hope
preferred to remain an unearthed stone.
in the night, lurid pretenders.
maskers who played cards without mercy.
games of dogs, paws on each other’s hearts
to dig for bones.
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