TITLE: knife like a shadow line

night falls fast and personally,
twitching shadow's edge
like a halting knife,
swarming
the creeping moon's rise
like a monolith, like
a metronome

and in the gathered bundles
gathered clusters of darkness,
lack of light, everything
exists just as it was—
plaster lacquer marble
bone sinew tendon
yet startled the
lack of illumination
gathers softly in clusters

night is like a splinter,
forces my left from my
right, my arm shakes,
and personally

AUTHOR: W Gavin Robb (United States)

elements:

fire, water, salt.