" I AM NIGHT..."

It is in the subtle awareness
Of my tortured soul
Where I religiously find
That I am night....

I am a string of pearls
On a hot dancer
Sweating in the night sky
Spinning slowly, into celestial recesses
And wrapping myself around
All things,
I am night.....

With a mutating appetite for light
I am night
In a black hole of emptiness
I am night
Like a drunken, broken, man
I brood in the light
And smile, in the  darkness,
I am the veil
I am night.....

I am a funeral procession
The pallbearers that come marching
At sunset,
I am night
That coldness that accompanies death
The near sinful, the final
Last breath,
I am night.......

Tony Taylor    (Chicago)