We crave the last
of the sunlight
before it sinks
beyond the horizon
to hide us
from our fellow dusklings.
❦
Got to break out   Get busy living
Of/In these patterns      Even if I die young
Chasing them down                  I am trying so hard
☙  to get lost  ❧
here in our garden.
Hecate blessed us
with illusive change.
Hesperus haunts us
as dusk overtakes
the day, his light drawn
ever-west unto Phosphorus
who arose ever-east. That mythic
dawn othering us by the majesty of dusk.