damask
along a long dusk of an ivory sky
along the long-dead of a day’s hours
weeping into the bare trees deepening
deeper deeper until suddenly
a single candle pierces an eye
a shriek shears a ear
deeper deafens and then the
silence
of an afterglow that succumbs to
the pinkest pinkness in the blackest trees
and how the window reflects our inside out
into the dark insolvency where an imposter
sky smoulders high in the dark tips
of the toppest-most disbelief that
the sun’s death has surely dyed it all
before it too dies and at that thought
both of us stare in disbelief
cut!
it’s a wrap!
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