the sun kills the moon.
new bloody round fought each day.
battered moon’s white face.
game blame
to work while the ground
grinds away under your mark.
the name of the game.
endless night
day turns into night.
sun frowns low on horizon.
will night ever end.
blue blooded
the model’s brown hand.
carefully folded creases.
where are your blue veins.
making change
stuck at the forked tongue.
resigned to resignation.
one choice to make change.
thrice twelve
a sublime number.
my herculean labours.
an epiphany.