Visitant

Black Rain

Calligraphers glance through the mist
translating raindrops to blackest ink,
writing the night for our perusal

While shadows compose symphonies
before a sympathetic moon as though
they’re dying for the lights approval

We search for dreaming giants
behind the ambiguity of a rarefied
horizon, glistening like empyrean eyes

The bitter air biting our entirety
reminding us that in-spite of death,
we’re still alive

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