Hades’ Gate

Hades’ Gate

1000 shards of Shadows
always slippery in thought.
Bohemian creativity hidden in
conscious state of sleepwalking.

Omnipotent matter
zooms through a gate of darkness.
Irresistible forces hand the world ideals
fashioned from troublesome trances.

Turbulently trounced trolls
traipse into the sun.
A silhouette reflects
off the stratosphere:
the Sun is wrong,
the Sun is right overhead
where the sterile Corona
stops a nightmare on the rise.

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Written for:

The Poetics of Groundhog Day – Bright Shadow

Also Posted on:

Poetry Pantry #135

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