Iris Of Midnight
An inverted moon decays as it swaysLike the green gleaming iris of midnight owls of prey
It's over for now, but isn't always
In between dreaming time is a blacklight so to say
In the blue haze of digital cities cyclops play at dominos
Post patterns phase in and out propping up the stops
Locked in these days improbable edicts countering what, who knows ?
Lost mirrors maze all about dropping down the tops
Iris of midnight, owls of prey
Time is a blacklight, so to say
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-08-13 at 20:46
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