This night,
man winks
with his universe, a pulse
ever-folding, buried
in his throat
This night,
man nods, coupled
by the sounds of emptiness
and the palsied glitter
of waning epochs:
and he is forever
in query
to the spark emitted,
that gorge of deviance
toward his own existence.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
This night,
man winks
with his universe, a pulse
ever-folding, buried
in his throat
This night,
man nods, coupled
by the sounds of emptiness
and the palsied glitter
of waning epochs:
and he is forever
in query
to the spark emitted,
that gorge of deviance
toward his own existence.
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