And now for one of me own….
A night poem….on night themes….things our minds do in the dark…while we are otherwise occupied….
Between Our city is on fire tonight. This makes us nothing but the citizens of another burning city. The flames lick us in our sleep and touch night-stifled cries that cannot hide any more in the brick and mortal chords of inhuman choirs. Our city has burned before. It has burned many times before. This is no novel thing. This is not a tale but an ever-present beginning, it seems, the nose of our story burrowing deeper into the earth, further and further from the root. The earth now is more haunted than the sky. Tonight, perhaps I will go down into the basement and be haunted. Our city is on fire and this is our place between was and ever becoming. Keepin' the "Po" in NaPoWriMo....
A Prayer Like Gravity 