#188 fearful symmetry

sometimes morning is a promise i wish it wouldn’t keep laying in the architecture of day quickly dismantling the circular structure of night it’s the switch stuck in the middle between what was and what will be like a burning tiger on a tv plugged into some dark forest of night no dread eyes or dread hands dare step into these days my heart an anvil and furnace the foundry of arrows tipped with desire and foolishness shot from and into my belly from the center of night no dread eyes or dread hands dare step into these days bhagiti 10.25.07 perrysburg, oh