Darklight Gleaming

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    Darklight Gleaming

    Darklight gleaming-softly enfolding like a veil of smoke...
      bitter and achingly arid like  a desert breeze.
    language shatters-words failing me once again,
    like a dried stick broken against the stone!
    A trickle of blood-signing a frigid glyph of anguish-
      and dark brooding has my life become.
    Not a smile is this- this is
    the glistening  tooth that rends the fabric of time...
      and this shattered glass dreaming
      is all that is left in the night.
    The head cocked to the side-
    fervently listening for the rasp of the breathing
      of the cornered prey...
    I hunt you through the labyrinth of Mind
      and cast a yellowed eye skyward at the moon-
      a moonlight which cannot hide these tears
      that chase sanity from me
               into the darklight gleaming...

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    zasetsu57’s Poems (14)

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