deja la nuit

Light endures lingering
Beyond the dying landscape
The road winding
Binding me to
This passing present
Emerging and fading

Never now

Decaying in every moment

What was it they said?
Sprawled in the laze of the midday sun
Speculating on the irredeemable
All contained
All in the dance
Perpetual in the stinking breath
Of the poets’ putrefying corpse

The day is closing
Already the night touches the fields
Too soon for the journey of the lamb
Too late for the shepherd

anouar