The Evening Star

Red green yellow eyes

Flash Morse code  messages

Through the black felt heavens

 

Radio tower vocal chords

Shout unceasing vibrations

Into echo-less infinity

 

But I am too small to see

How the streets curve

Always downward

 

And the lights resolve

To one shining point

Like Venus

 

Hanging on the horizon’s precipice

Between tomorrow

and tonight

 

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One thought on “The Evening Star

  1. Trying to untangle images to get to your point. In what way are you “too small” You seem pretty major large to me. I’m glad there’s a “shining point.” Does it help resolve the dissonance and message confusion?

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