into heaps of purple gold along a faint horizon.

~

Now, decades sync between ascetic inclinations.

Seize the wheel of forlorn, incredulous soul.

Grasp its fevered shank,

and grind the clicking arrow against its weathered sphere.

~

Henceforth, resolve falls like stars from

 foreboding constellations.

Woeful shadows bisect the sky-- 

silhouettes against a pale orb...

~

Beneath, perfidy dances on the outer zone of this phantom moon.

It--a two-faced coin of the gods, 

fervently tossed from the pinnacle of darkness, 

forever embowered in space–

~

With dissolving radiance...

fate teeters on the edge

of dawn --

It waits...