The Ethic

A hush drapes over an endless dark world.
A black window's, as a hollow mirror,
A gaze back-caster. A lone light bulb's buzzing
Dirge. Gloam's end. The asleep lie closemouthed.
The rest keep watch as their eyes burn-lost
royals, hunched over, with frowns gracing crowns.
A love. Long quiet enchants whom sees now
Their kingdom resting beyond sleepless nights.

The Good Kind

See us rise unfettered, daring countless
Whims to try to halt our gait-we homeless,
Stillborn, orphaned. We-a word made fresher-
Dangerous exploiters, kindly folks, we're
Stranger thieves who swipe all sleeping treasures.
Nightly cover hides our shining eyes and
How we love the fright that jumps from shadows.
How we pass and hear more roundly laughter
Lying inside tragedy befalling.

Apology

I'm, sorry, not sorry and yes

I'd do it all over again-
Probably.

Who even was ever a friend 

Who didn't mess up or offend?

Maybe, me.

Molossus - Didact Rhyme

Beethoven:

“Es muss sein!”- fate, fate, fate.

What doomsday

Dares tell you, “Give up time?”

Sure, sure, sure-

Yours, yours, yours!

Just two cents costs my brine.

Scaffolding-

For no house!

Underground,

We stay fine.

Starsong

It's true, afar still hung in blackest space, 

That you, like them, too have some grace. You curl

Yourself around these empty worlds, and make

Distinct the umbral planes you break, for whom

To see by contrast-cheaply, loosely, too?

You hide your face behind a mask-its spots

Confuse the simple scheme. Locate your core.

You seek proximity, yet all around

There's such a deep infinity of stars.