it comes to me in my twilight concern
bemused mythologies
fending off carnivorous time
gilded ambiguities
like some kind of reminiscent apocalypse
beckoning me over the edge once again
I feel the flourish
of familiar fictitious heroes
swans of seduction
promising
lighter than air
precipiced pirouettes
fast on unfettered wing
but gravity makes
for a certain
dance partner
and now that evening
dims the horizon low
and my heart does faintly illume
I abjure to shadow
and so now come these days
on pensive wing
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© April 06, 2012
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Poetic Sojourn
