Pieces of Dark.

My shadow moors me like an anchor,

Spins infinite circles-

Runs me aground.

Ticks the stories off the hurried seconds,

Becomes time itself-

Wrinkles my brow.

Sets the sun to race the horizon,

Drowns it in darkness-

Immures me in itself.

Retrieves a sallow moon from the night,

Dots the sky with stars-

Reminisces dawn.

Burdens me to sift through dreams,

Prowls on a tight leash-

Breaks into a sweat.

Tears future’s drape of ‘morrow,

Scrambles present in a bag-

Mixes it with past.

Silently awaits its ritual immolation,

Quivers against me imperceptibly-

Bleeds pieces of dark.