a time lapse of the day’s end & this
it parallels your own pathetic fallacies.
the suffuse orange hues symbolic
of all turning points in your life,
the crimson-to-blue banding of the eastern sky:
it just means ‘you’ / your significant romances.
make of this what you will. & you will –
it’s what you do – ever creating order
from the stimuli. that much at least, true.
at home now she doesn’t think of you,
this. controlling her emotions she’s patterning
all-of-the-things. you are unhelpful & complex.
take the narrow road back
to the homestead & stop dwelling
on your own dramas. as if on cue,
the deep dusk disappears, gets lost,
gives over to black. take something
from this night, these words.
if it’s the deletion of all memory
it just makes sense.