Syzygy at Midnight

The  Armada returns in failure…
Each a zeppelin in flames
My Army of Dreams:
Every hope
and all the schemes
of a lifetime,
this lifetime,
my lifetime,
now crashing
everywhere at once

Legs refuse to stand,
on the field of pyres.
Stare. Towards the zenith.
A Starless Smoky Void:
No effing Answer.

 And, yet!
it is precisely at that moment,
At Midnight,

As the Earth turns home for Daylight.

 When I sense a new morning’s sun,
far beneath my knees

Already Calling Me to Rise. 

 Giant Binos Skyward

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