Non-Erotic PoetryDay-moon haiku setBorn of dark base Earth,
suckled in fear, tutored in
drills of sophistry
men but no better,
we live in great neon hives,
dreaming of gold leaf,
under cold, dead columns
from a primitive age, meant
to hold up hubris
so seek not the saint
beneath celibate black paint;
everywhere is theatre
But the age begins
to crack. Light dissolves to black
soon a novel act
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