Killing Joy

Within the pearled half-light of morn', in the stilled silence of the first breath I watch opaque dreams drift to and fro, un-lighting the last star unhitching illusions the black silk sheet of night is pulled back and white silt skies of day roll out again, in this never world I entertain grand designs serving them respect with small glances, filled with the denial of an ounce of lunacy the kookaburra is silent the morning song has canceled forever, I breathe the dust of sadness nevermore, how can I dance in life? when death is in my veins Surrounded by the essence of life, I am the agony, in the joy of this world.