Afternoon .. Between Morning Between Night

middle and middling / stillness and cicada

.. wistful clouds bearing vaguery.

Afternoon angles and currents nudging

mind’s expelling urgency boring towards Light.

Morning’s luster lost to Noon ..

as Nights’ reel speeds before / as ripple to rain.

High Sun’s bones bleach trace upon ether,

conjuring ghosts to elevate ecstasy,

for those lovers of fruitless labors .. who prefer chats with Self,

to those who shun ageless science .. to stagger in numbness.