Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Day Beast

The day beast spread itself heavy in the air
to graze on the slow heartbeat of night
with splintered orange teeth. The day beast who

Opens and closes all things on earth,
flays the edge of dark, and rubs us dry
between careless fingers. 

Nothing natural happens without him,
nothing that wasn’t already exiled from heaven
like a used moment. 

We are painfully naked surfaces who,
under no alternative, survive the puzzle
of our fading brilliance. 

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