footprints in the earth.....
Evening Time
Flickering shade curtains drawn
Lying limbs in weariness turn
Epileptic mood of current lines
Drawn in motion of a moving mind
Patterned floor blades of wind
Filters, across from standing source
Aerial, stero sounds joined in the air
Rhetorical and silent I am here
Nonchalant to news a masquerade
Dulled by steps with empty pockets
Months unfruitful, wages none
Siblings smile yet all forlorn
A blinking motion lent to space
Returned in silence, invisible to face
My resolve in solitude is none a crime
The darkening phases of evening time
Lying limbs in weariness turn
Epileptic mood of current lines
Drawn in motion of a moving mind
Patterned floor blades of wind
Filters, across from standing source
Aerial, stero sounds joined in the air
Rhetorical and silent I am here
Nonchalant to news a masquerade
Dulled by steps with empty pockets
Months unfruitful, wages none
Siblings smile yet all forlorn
A blinking motion lent to space
Returned in silence, invisible to face
My resolve in solitude is none a crime
The darkening phases of evening time
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Evening Time
Evening Time
