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.
why choose
sky as volatile
art form
nihilism or
the other side
of beauty
or dimension
as a monstrous step
forward into the
wild
there
in unison
poetry and nature
blend as I stare
towards the
illusion
I chose
to be an insect
cradled in some
unspeakable obscurity
these are great steps
to take
and leaps of sense,
allowing
everything to be
and to be gone
Beyond Language 
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