Settling for the night

The magpie settles for the

Night, a chill warble before

Silent.

The horses champ, the fire

Stamps its embers on the

Heavens.

The dust rides dry in the

Crack of my life, red-hewn and

Tired.

There's another day and another and

Another before the dawn that will not

Arise.

Time stretch to eternity, compressed to a

Moment, of now, of never, of

Forever.

There would be some way to end this

Tortured roaming, ceaseless twisted

Searching.

Except there is not, there is never

Any time when this time is beyond

Time.

And so the lizards sleep, the shadows

Creep from the blaze descending down into

Ashes.