NOCTURNE
it is the night descends, brown and dusty, powder loosed
unceremoniously
from hands divine, hazy raiment for a world undressed
the gentle gossamer of predilection
and flicker the shadow of presumption, conjured in modest
moments
the afterglow of a flare forbidden, silhouette of small
white petals turned gray
a beauty recognized though not realized
a buzzing of drowsy bees within, prairie of peculiar embrace
upon fleet feet the couriers of oblivion put to rest
all watchfulness, the agents of our qualms
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