Night longings, from where do you call?
With your mid-summer’s din in blackness
Chasing all sanity into the arms of pall
That devours all cloth - leaving
nakedness
In full view of rampant eyes in the dark;
Silhouettes flickering through life’s
kinescope.
Frame by frame - each is a moment in
flame.
Moment by moment each an hour of torment
Until finally only the wretched truth
lies in stark!
Splayed across the lap of lost dreams and
dashed hope.
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