Qamar

at times the moon shines so brightly I can barely stand to look at it surreptitiously glaring down at me with those eyes those eyes that leave me abstractedly ruminating over whether or not or whatever the case may be my countenance betrays all hope of a feigned temperance can I have that quality? Incandescent is the light that unshadows my smile so sardonically curving through my swirls of smoky musings thinking im so poetic, so artistic in the night garish process of dark conceited nonverbalizations while that auroral light inadvertently uncovers the illicit ruction within my soul tenaciously I fight covering my weakened eyes but the light, oh, resplendent light this inevitable montage of enigmatic radiance you penetrate murky and fathomless depths of inconsequential entrancement that for all they seem are the pitch of all blackness riding my soul somewhere or nowhere You, ever waxing more brilliant, captivate my very essence with luminous splendor you scandalize me with the stunning provocation of your unreasonable caress.