Nox Noctis

And in those Nights,
when silence gain
new symphonies
to loudestly mute
all they have to wisper
and awake asleep Eons
to rise from the nothingness above
and further then heavens,
somewhere further then the nearest focus

When the silences are the most vivid
while ink conquer haloalkanes
sailing the sky and interesecting waves of clouds
like dracaris
above; with cold indigo erased; whiteness
and all those rendered meaningless extent
rendered but worthy of triumphs
cause every triumphshave rendered pain from the meaning
while carrying the joy around the neck
like most glorius gold necklace
chained with emeralds.
And in those Nights,
when silence gain
new symphonies
to loudestly mute
all they have to wisper
and awake asleep Eons
to rise from the nothingness above
and further then heavens,
somewhere further then the nearest focus
(yet too far for us to be aware
of existence of those landscapes
tucked in Akasha)
there, where You and I consort
on all forgotten languages
that we are yet to discover
in one such Night
from which we'll, sensesessly,
like Geotrupidae roll down
into the next Night with fanfare and announcments
for the new lenght of the day,
in one such Night,
when day walkers hold
blood thirsty hordes
lock under the key
And maybe it's not going to be US,
but we'll be more
than we are now.
But, who
care
but us
for
that

 

by Ivana Pekić Malimarkov 

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