The early evening
reaped him easily.
The moon, a waxing,
blood-tinged sickle,
sharpened with sun-born,
reflected glory, cleft him cleanly
from the mundane cogitations
clotting his brain's hypoxic byways;
left him leaning, heaving anemically
toward night's darkly clenched thighs,
challenged in his amateurish ascetic attitudes
by a strong, submarine, tidal insistence.
A recent divestiture of electronics,
finances and furniture dizzied him
drastically then with unaccustomed lightness,
encouraged him toward high praise-
and the first thing that caught his
darting mind's agitated eye was
the slender-sweet scimitar of a moon;
her borrowed brightness.
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