Before dark

I resist in the shaking of a party day
by lightning

after the light
before dark

that's my lodging
my place

a residue of roughness flaming
in tempest

like a dark ballast the heart
dictates his will to die
the last prayers

orphan blood

So
between what has gone and will no longer come
I spend my hours my shadows
multiplied
and disintegrated
dead soot over infinity

wind tattoo

after the light
a whole world
before dark
the certainty of not encompassing.

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