There is some grief in everything;
even in the light.
A time when darkness is shrouded
by a hard glow silvery moon.
A smile in the presence of the dead.
Do we not feel a damp and subtle
angst and dissuasive play of emotion;
a simple collaboration with consent.
Slowly eroding the fullness of the dark;
light shines, with varied dappled-ness among the tears a mourning earth sheds.
Light saturates our bones
‘til gladness converts the pangs hidden behind
a gallant exposure to erosion
and all that seeks to wear us down. This simple tableaux of diminished energy and satisfied passivity.
The moon gives itself to the river’s tears - and darkness radiates immense and colorful bliss.
from, BATHED IN ABRASION by, N. Thomas Johnson-Medland
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