Unremembered Dream

an exercise in cloture and enjambment

The revelations of my silent feature
Hit me like a broken creature
Beginning to die,
And I wondered why
The silently rising moon seemed to cry
Out in sympathy for the setting sun
Even after the starting gun
Had grown cold
And the night had grown feeble and old.

Stop, night!
Don’t let the broken light
Escape your grip.
Don’t surrender your dark wings,
The melody your dark bird sings
When morning haunts
The alabaster surface of the sea.
Allow my eyes to flicker with their dreams, to
Revel in the cinema of me
and the music of invisibility.

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