Civil Twilight

i hate a night as this minutes turning as the fan slow and back again metronomic lives slipped past each other spotlights on dark water arc light dimming tenebrous murmured civilities faucalized voices whispers in a wine glass monosyllabic days years months rusting like old coins forgotten in a sewer grate mineralized calendar of moments flying backward and away burnt years like autumn's leaves cold smouldered tannic blood alkali veined sublimated heart simmering on a soul's backburner as I roll back over to this polar night