Sunset math.

Shadowy figures in the corner...doesn't matter if I'm sleeping or not. Dark divide, the truth.

Crafted corners,
intrigued, ignored her.
Someone else,
not alone here.

Blended orders,
divided, exposed her.
Two right angled walls,
reads, "more than I want".

Crafty corners,
Intrigued, adored her.
By myself,
all alone here.

Ripped at the seams,
a black and white sea.
Newspaper stalls,
scream, "all I can bleed".

The day and the night
fades wrong into right.
I stand corrected,
by a sunset,
I divide
between
my eyes.

If time if is worth telling
Its how much I can move,
but it seems I am telling you too.

And if the sun keeps on setting,
then whats left to prove?
I keep writing, its all for you.

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

This is like lyrical heaven, a high order of mantric lines. There is an effortless quality in this, reminds me slightly of Ezra Pound. Ever read him?