Shifting Shadows

by

Frank Valentyn

There are those nights then
when the world comes to an end
precipitously slowly
as if consciousness jumped out
from the eyes
to physically grab the forming drop
on a tap, improperly closed
half-forgotten

Something aboriginal arises
that urges a welling chant
to make eclipses end
with sheer psychic power
audibly moans in its travel
and to the point of impact
which is strangely conjoined
with an antediluvian rhythm
a heart-umbilical

Then there’s lost hope
but not gone all at once
it seeps, like the shadows
of a lunation
and a wishing for clouds
to lessen its witnessing

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