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A Crowd Ablur 🌫️
A crowd ablur grows mudden
in the final third of day.
The afternoon-time streaks glow dim
as a cloud of birds
drown out the sundown shrieks,
reduced into a humble
golden-houred hymn.
I ask you—
do evening shadows elongate
to run away in hopes
to somehow ‘scape
from the perishing light
before it always recedes too late?
That bleeds its punishing reach
out duskward—
diminishing; knowing its time arrived.
To fall frail onto its own dull sword;
skewered
by the sundial gnomon
then disappears until
the low of morn.
© Joseph Chin
#sunset #twilight #dusk #sun #sunlight #dayandnight
in the final third of day.
The afternoon-time streaks glow dim
as a cloud of birds
drown out the sundown shrieks,
reduced into a humble
golden-houred hymn.
I ask you—
do evening shadows elongate
to run away in hopes
to somehow ‘scape
from the perishing light
before it always recedes too late?
That bleeds its punishing reach
out duskward—
diminishing; knowing its time arrived.
To fall frail onto its own dull sword;
skewered
by the sundial gnomon
then disappears until
the low of morn.
© Joseph Chin
#sunset #twilight #dusk #sun #sunlight #dayandnight
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