twilight.

redtape croquet. laudable laughter. the quintessence of all that remains jaded through the vines of irony endowed by good faith, good faith in humanity, humanity shining through brilliance, brilliance the morning light, the morning light, her eyes. myopic miniatures, the backwashed light from a distant conflagration, her pulchritude the faithful bandage wrapped around a wounded head. for what is loyalty if it remains loyal only to itself, surely rocking chairs are common criminals of convenience, the sin of omission i remain. ever waiting. window watchers. ancient proverbs. the scarlet flush worn is the same, but the words, and movements are what make it unsanctified. was it the gesture what betrayed the starlings celebratory song to that of despair? the notes remain the same, yet its genesis mired by the unreciprocated resolution of the sunrise. still i remain daunted by a prospective tie, wane heartless ghost. without time she would remain the same rising and setting shining now only a dim reflection of what would become. the ambiguous potential for effulgence or darkness. i suppose it is all laudable laughter. objectified. mechanical laughter. mechanical existence. scorch. burn. scorch. burn. swallowing the ashen remains. Still a fool. Still loyal. the brevity it takes to fall. repeat. repeating. repetition. repetitious revolutions of redtape croquet. well wishing thereafter. c.r.