Infallible
Night falls unceremoniously,
moon staggering with discontent;
As I lie amid snoring walls,
praying for fireflies to peel back--
blankets of darkness.
While symphonies of Cicadas
sing of beginnings,
without ever realizing their endings
will result in stony silence;
What remains are engorged green leaves
filled with the memory of yellow;
Red berries sadly dimpled
with the knowledge of brown.
The grey white of icebergs disappearing into endless blue
and the surety of death
recorded by all that once was
and now is achingly no more...
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