Drawn Back Into the Quilt of Night
We're condemned,
In our way,
To be hog-tied,
And checked
By this insistent
Pull
To advance,
And eject...
...But God only
Knows...
...Ruptured,
Right down the
Crease!...
...At times, I'm
Stacked behind...
Stymied without
Relief.
...Blasted out of
A crevice,
And so
Quickly
Reformed,
That I can't
Catch a breath
When my haunches
Are scorned...
...There's a suction
That sears me!...
...I will not
Hear the end,
As a
New revolution's
Reign
Draws to an end...
...And a second
Rotation
Is embarked on
With glee...
...Let the needle
Graze graceful,
Through the night's
Tepid sea,
As a twosome of
Seagulls
Flaps wings
I can't see...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
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