Thick With The Night


Thick With the Night
By Biz Gainey

Desire are we all, searching meaning unfound
Unvoiced and bull’s-eyed, we purr as drones.
Neath the shade of night’s shadow
stealing life in its path.

Nurtured and shaped on Orwellian fright
we fear oppression imposed,
Decreed against our might.
Aimlessly wonder we wander
into the blue funk forest
Shrouded thick with the night.

Standing weak in our strength
we relish life now Hollowed.
Oppressed by this shadow in which we’re imposed?
Or has delight crept upon us; a truth less well known?
Our heart; we have hurled deep
into the blue funk forest
Shrouded thick with the night.

Here in this age, desire captured and sold.
Fallen prey to more than numbers
1, 9, 8, and 4.
This truth less well know dreamt in Huxley’s brave world
new yet fraught in fear
Subdued deep in the night, launched roughly ashore.
Sated hearts now engorged drip whet
with delight, Willful tumble
into the blue funk forest.
Shrouded thick with the night.

Love-longed is birthed, ourselves we’ve de-throned.
As beast ensnared. Not by oppression are we thinned and laid bare.
Delight chased we found scarlet laced heart weighted
Easily borne down. The heart’s beat weeps
into the blue funk forest
Shrouded thick with the night.

Desire are we all, searching meaning unfound
Rooted deep in the grime
of distasted delight we claw as we crave;
love lost in this flight.
Our heart beats now faint, barely whispers her cry;
into the blue funk forest
Shrouded thick with night.

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