"At the dawn of day"

[Experimental II]

Largely written in the dead hours of the morning in the weakening grip of inebriation.
Fragments from a mind lost of itself.
—

For Annie

At the dawn of day, and of man,
at the breaking of the sky,
a dreamtime blue had begun its shattering.

The punctuation of man-light
that lit the way
punctured true-light.

Yet despite this, beyond the light
and the shadowed trees
the darkness and the silence were still there,
watching me.
 
Man does not know the silence that is awake when he sleeps.

And in the end
it would be the fire behind the sky that would rise

—man would not rise.

M.M. — Augustus MMXII