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Click hereWe are now sinking
into a night of blindness:
our own kind of lost
aesthetic, as we
let all decadence shimmer;
Gold and purple, well
illuminated
through persecution, torture,
butchery and all
modernity's glitz:
glamorous, contemporary,
moonbeam-free darkness.
The sodium-lit streets
of the cities at night are
ablaze with shadows:
no blue is blacker,
after all, than the spotlit bruise.
Here the lights gone out,
Extinguished by the
last dazzle of radiant
screens and flashing
billboards and signs and
smugly-lit windows that pepper
our forgetfulness.
We find it too hard
to remember exactly
what's been snuffed out;
Our memory loss
travels through a ceaseless,
engulfing blackness.
This time, it's not just
a case of receding light,
Unlike all before:
We are now sinking
into a night of blindness:
our own kind of lost.
Nicely written, except for the frequent line breaks. Maybe it's just me, but when I read it with imagined line breaks fewer in number and with certain line ending words, it flowed for me better.
"spotlit bruise" great juxtaposition
"...ablaze with shadows" confusing to me.
Intriguing, and so well composed. Personally, I so enjoy this nature of style that invites interpretation and whets the imagination.
There are some really memorable lines, especially lines 4 and 5 of stanza 2. I felt you could sharpen a few other lines but it is a good read. Ty
Good solid imagery which is engaging enough to take the reader on a ride. Nice.