CUL-DE-SAC

The sun lies behind the barricade of the earth when day becomes memory.

Orange sky shows a horizon with no pattern or shape.

Just thoughts that are cast from the world that we make.

The land will soon blossom with dark dwellers, the beasts we imagine. 

Bats in their swirling flight and others that search for prey in the night. 

And twilight summons the mystery with it’s dull shine in the east  

When we may ponder or we may feast but the stark light of the sun 

Will not stay because we’ve lived another day, and this day is done.

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