Balk at the segue of darkness: you’re of it-
let the closing teeth of day bite you,
assimilate in the taste of night, in pieces,
and with the Abyss’s sensibilities commune.
The night has earned a darkness no destiny can meet.
Fate takes a baffled Will-
eject the fiction of all need;
match Necessity
sting for sting,
lest you be but an echo of the Time.
let the closing teeth of day bite you,
assimilate in the taste of night, in pieces,
and with the Abyss’s sensibilities commune.
The night has earned a darkness no destiny can meet.
Fate takes a baffled Will-
eject the fiction of all need;
match Necessity
sting for sting,
lest you be but an echo of the Time.
S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. Pubs in/coming from EcoTheo, Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, Rain Taxi, New South, Green Mountains Review, Another Chicago Magazine, Ekstasis, 8 Poems, a few others. You can find him on Twitter @terriblebinth or Instagram @shanelemagne.