On Night's Broken Stage
The dervish whirls—
deserts fable
over candles,
atop mantle fires,
wings for life.
Salient, a moth
labors over no lands,
exists in The Great,
extends her wings
to The Wide,
middle-age night
to flutter near the floor,
flit in the rafters—
a lamp,
her vessel for ballet
on night’s broken stage.
© 2017 | June 13 | Wesley T Cutlip
Edited June 30
REVISED - July 7
Copyright © Space Cadet | Year Posted 2017
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