Darkness
In the ebony night time stops to flow,
the still hands of the impetus clock freeze
the timeless infinite pathos in congealed instants
for listless life wandering on the shadows of past,
stares through the layered strata of darkness,
designed to mask the acuity lattice.
Clumped silver cloud gleams with astral halo,
moon dust drapes the mind with mesmeric glow,
as ordained stars sprout hope remotely
in the dark night of the inner cosmos.
Indomitable faith fertilizes the fallow mind,
void perception in miasma fill elixir of exuberance ,
waits for the new sunrise to see
the creepy cloud in the obsidian sky melts,
resurgent rain suffuses the silhouetted senses,
for in the stalled time on agonized psychic canvas
there is a darkness framed.
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