My Army of Dreams:
the Armada returns in failure.

Every bend of fate in flames. 
All hopes 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.
Staring 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

Syzygy at Midnight

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