The
last light tingles
with
its tart taste for
nuances
not scripted by
tongue
or finger –
as
elusive as an
unlit
candle waiting
for
the moment to care –
daring
the receding mind
to
formulate in functions
beyond
its dimmed dexterity
A
trickster’s gleam
denying
sleep
surrender,
the
death of
a
day.
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