Sun Shift

Shifting sun slides

Through your gap

Of learning...

...Once again

You've let it by...

Though you say

You've nothing left

To hide...

Up in the sky

The stagnant

Bowl of fruit's

Becoming mute,

Yet the Mistress

Of the Evening

Is abiding to 

Heavenly duties...

...She weaves you

In and out

Just like a string...

...No matter what

Tomorrow brings,

The heart that's 

Wrapped

In plastic,

Won't give

Until you cut along

The edges...

Shifting sun

Comes out again, 

And bows!...

...The moon will

Ask what he 

Allows

Before she enters

His dark room.

Stars, and wind,

And exclamations

Take you soon

Where there's no

Windows,

And you have to 

Work it out 

Under private duress...

Shifting sun slides...

Will you guess

What signs 

That you

Must glean 

At this midnight cross-

roads

That could lead

To tragedy or 

Fortune?...

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2017

Bunny Villaire