Midnight Drivel

Midnight Drivel

The sphere speaks sun
and Universe is.

Year is just a name for a thing.
Age only a contemplation on decay
complicated by the number of subjects
considered. I was a spider

; you were safe in my web.
Hungry though I was
for blood, I
was starved
for conversation.

We watch the town in its entirety (my dream)
engulfed in flame. They build facades
faster than we can burn them. Faux suits
and ties. Artificial bus stops
and empty lanes. I fuel the fire
(one by one) with my many legs.

All the time capsules I dig up
are empty.

I have imagined you.
I have begun to picture
existence as a song.

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