which very paradise have you far-off lit then? blindfolded, your souls snaking to your tip of dreams? into those barricades of cloudy cold desire dissolving then reappearing, going, singing, drinking the icy moonlight in, your enemies coming and going, singing too, do you admit you’re surrounded at midnight’s door? do you see the amber streetlights starting to dim? is there somewhere else you’d rather be, now all’s changed? i think you lept from a strange bed to a strange world and now you’ve been overcome with that deep oddness that, oh yes, sparkles the heart in our long maze zone

"Evening Life" - September 2022. Created by William M. Peaster.