So Keen

With memory so keen
The Night goes on unseen
Yet, movie screens are lit at every turn and twist
There are silver shadow gowns dancing through
A mist of deep set mascara blues and jet contrails
Speed the rails of soul song met in costume been
And yet to be
The Night goes on screen
With memory unseen
So keen . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-07-17 at 02:23

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Amazing prosody
You're the best
2016-07-17