Sunset Red

I saw the sunset drop through the red

Skies mark the end of day

Another tick off the clock

OK, be that way

 

I heard the owl give up my name

What the hell why does he call my name

Does he portend some fate for me?

What’s his course, what’s his game?

 

The disassembled here and now

Ventures forth I know not how

Chilly as a blanket wet

Comfort owned not here not yet

 

Magnitude dust of star

Whose to say what we are?

I suppose we are the same

Of everyone who played the game

 

Sunset red drops through the night

Angels kiss the dwindling light

I saw creatures left and right

Holding forth in delight

 

I didn’t think this piece would rhyme

It was not my paradigm

It held together through the thread

Of the sky revealed sunset red

 

 

 

 

 

 

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