Ancient Iteration 1

For S.G.

The night breaks down,
Spreading thin over abandoned time.
That is its nature,
They would have me believe.
Fallacy of subjective thought,
Your pleasure,my pain,
What more does this night demand?

The night breaks down,
And it seeps through the stars.
Its void an eye onto the worlds,
Dirty secrets, misty eyes it spies,
And a flurry of shame does gather.
A towel blown in the breeze,
Off the breasts of a girl.

The night breaks down,
Thick liquid black,
In my effervescent coffee dreams.
Aromas infectious cocaine,
Bamboo shoots up my nails,
Electric awareness regained.
A violent serenade,
The night breaks down,
And me within it contained.