A citrine moon
like some Punchinello Judas
ushers dark dawn -
though the night goes on and on and on…
beyond the blue
and shadowy orbs
and glittering distant twinkles
The crow cries across the park
like a wounded soul
and December has come of age
And under sledge-slidden tears
that snow sheds when the sun comes to smile
the birch has spent her gold
Through silver mist and golding clouds
an azure sky is hid
like the blue-white skin of the pitiful poor
or puthering rich
As we eat
as we drink
as we breath
the universe passes through us
It is the star that melts on your tongue
the moon-bow that glitters in your eye
it is river and rust
gold and gloom
and the weather's moods
all swirled, beyond shadow,
beyond what we call nothing
beyond that confine
that we call life or the universe
eternity is merely the brain’s terminus
and my head churns
if I try to understand
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