IT'S SONG

Equistasis of quasi ambivalent recalibration of tautological self in dissolution,

remonstratable distinction, harbouring the happenstance,

fellonious and formed in feldspar and fermentative spark,

alive in the flame,

nuance of their harbinger night,

emulating the twilight in spoken word,

chattering in the neon,

somewhere between the virga and the moon,

as the borealis sings its song.