one
by
one
they
came

no
light
no
candle
to
smudge
the
pure
darkn­ess

children
of
the
shade
revelers
of
midnight
there
to
view
the­
event

in
the
womb
of
blackness
moons
were
cocooned
awaiting
the­
push
of
labor

~ stars ~
spent
with
their
urgency
await
the
impetus
that
will
send
them
­spiraling
out
into
blue
and
gold
galaxies
to
scintillation
with
n­ebulae

and
so
the
event

the
faces
of
the
creatures
of
the
crepu­scule
evaporate

the
moons
are
birthed
into
fire

the
stars
are
scattered
like
a
billion
bi­lliard
*****

the
fabrication
that
was
matter
energy
space
and
ti­me
is

no

more


^
<      >
\/

An overgrown pathway she takes,
A smile plastered on her face, so fake.
Deeper down does detail disquieting doubt.
As she stumbles and searches for a sign of the way out.

Entwined in thorns she now becomes,
As the overgrown pathway, the night succumbs.
Hovering hornets the only sound,
Pretending to enjoy the escapade, how profound.

A shattering noise halts her stride,
But the tranquil look stays in place, what pride.
How foolish a girl to continue on,
How foolish a girl to act as though nothing is wrong.

Up and down I go
From high to low low low.

Happy in the day
but sad in every way.

Hurting from the inside out
masking what im all about.

snow sparkling, drifting
down through the darkened wood
a grouse drums, unseen