At a time

When chill called for a coat

and the youthful light was executed

I watched the moon impale heaven 

and stars melt on waves of the bay.


At a time

when past became future

and my beating heart shriveled

A man of misfortune

held my hand and cried.


At a time

when good morphed evil

into monsters of fathom

I recognized right,


the happy in-between.


At a time

when the face of the man

conjured pure jubilance,

my heart burst 

and I froze

with memory of the November night.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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