Dusk
There is even tension between sunset
And when the moon rises
Birthed as
Dusk I am learning to
Adjust to tension
To calamity
As I must adjust to tears
Respect my tears
Give them as much powers as I give my fears
I must understand the sacredness of the watering
Of the seeds in my pores
That will later sprout in similes
And in boundless laughter
Calamity
Disfunction
Disarray occurs in cycles
In between great and elevated
Just as you are smiling brightly to the