Eternal Verge

ravens croak applauding twilight larks churr saluting sunrise a last dance over an inverted verge. a perpetual encounter the last mesh of murk against gleams of glow held in abeyance, opposites wrangling like birth and demise asking intricate questions preserve or discharge uncertain anxieties ravens claim temporal flesh, their ravenousness relished, dominant despotism it seems. yet our lark’s song resonates stirring our species influencing our intimate impressions, channelling subconsciously our choice around that inverted verge eternally guarding us