Night Cycle

Poem By Kyle Harbinger

The window was wide open.
The gateway to space,
I think
you called it.
The candles told us lies
as they suffocated the black.

Time liquefied,
surged out of rainbow sand buckets
and gushed itself upon the floor;
stirring the imagination that was dripping out our noses,



wet
drip
light
drip
dark
drip
kiss
drip.


We were knee deep in undiscovered colors
and giant cat fish.
We did not dare speak of the sunrise- for
we spoke lies, fluently.
The wind, a force of truth,
I think
you called it-
or as the candles said,
“un fuerza de la verdad”
gave the flames a quick lick,

and we were left only with our thoughts;
or as I called it,


Darkness

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