how beauty is just a stepping stone in the process of dying

twilight sky

twilight is glistering
over these rooftops –

always coming around
in the evening hours

bare in the natural sky

under a shadow
or behind a dream
the underside of silence
a fetus
in that momentary womb

phantasmagorias of blue
naked over the kingdom
of artifact

how is twilight
that reeks of eternity
a bird’s medium

and our casual joys
within walls.

 

 

nihilistic poetry

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