Monday, January 06, 2014

At the gateway to night
Orange blushes the town
Gloaming in the twilight,
Painted shadows reel round.

Rippling channels of fire,
Dust and pulleys charnel,
Vehicles of desire,
Vectors twirl and whirl.

Pass the place of yearning,
Speak to the dusky plane,
Heed not the smarting wings,
Singed by purity's flame.

Flow and soar, climb and see:
A hamlet translucent,
Tinged with throbbing beauty,
Lambent souls in movement.


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