Absent on the toe of the midnight glow Stark stars unripe their barks, Thinning into the hovering ground of nonentity They find our wits dreadful, yet conscious To our tapering sachets, oblivious to ‘Ambiguity’s own fall’ Of numbing doors Of all the stars I find remarkable The mystic ones rarely chafe into me ‘Impurity’ I offer for the taste I mystify, clarify, simplify All, I hold in clarity Through the rise of flutters and the Cherubs of the midsummer fare, I reflect Honesty in stark frames of modest days On the sand of pebbles and dry lips I gust on her eyes like the flan on the grave of peter pan On wings, like eyes of a dragon I fume into the blues, unwrap like a flash On the flow of the streaming city lights With beyond, all the heights above The starkest of blues sever In rare colors, it proliferates Into the toe of her midnight glow Fleeting bones alone, The colors unripe to the manners Ambling realm in the eye of mendacity I find myself questioning Her heart as it enervates off to sleep p.s: haven't posted a thing here for a long time