the gravity  of eventide
got even with
my tied emotions
I left agape
the Gate of Light
released endorphin 
opiated notions
till all eidola
swashed and canonized
resembled galaxies
on pupils
those spleenful images 
quadrupled
the draggled beatitude
in eyes
then teratoid shades
and sneaky winds
crept down the street
through cobbled glades
like cheetahs
and lily-livered leaves 
transformed
from meek
to bitter
with mucrones
ready to exscind 
the balsamaceous armistice
between
the nictitating space
and stubborn
yet authentic heart
remained in spleen
I shuttered senses
batten down
the Gate
and fled the scene
with particles for stars
to conglobate
and glean
reverberating
time and light
beyond
the gravity
of eventide

November 23, 2012