Paned Sorrow
Watching
as you turn and shape
into night
at shadows edge
a merging darkness
polarized to diverge
in nothingness
once there,
you are gone
A vapor of night
twisting
to changing will
morphing
into breathless pants
of screaming
howls
bereft of comfort
Sightless
and nameless
in twilight’s hold
miming a life,
meted to be retired
licking the pane
that windows
to life
and finding
the saltiness
of sorrow
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