Evening
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Your life is time. This evening floats past time
And lingers in eternity. The light
Of dusk means more. It borders the sublime
Because the noonday sun and threatened night
Are too exact. The twilight waits between,
A virgin kissed and never ravished by
The god of midnight or the heatwave sheen
Of ancient Egypt’s blistering gods, their sly
Eyes looking harsh. A Druid’s daybreak mist
At Stonehenge lingers like eternity
While prophesying. Sunrise is a fist
That wields a knife, not sempiternity.
The dream zones hover like those lovers held
….In trance by hopelessness that can’t be quelled.