the branches
\nhave caught the clouds
\ntranslucent silver floss
\nagainst the night-dark sky
\nMars rising above
\nthe nearly-full moon<\/p>\n
and yet<\/p>\n
there is none
\nof the sweet contentment
\nthat the day’s events foretold
\nonly a deep and desperate ache
\npropelling the body
\nfrom over-hot sheets
\ninto the haunting hours
\nthat breach the living gap
\nbetween midnight and dawn<\/p>\n
this is what they mean
\nby running to stand still
\nno matter how fervently
\nthe dragonfly heart denies it,
\nthe inescapable fact remains:
\nyou can’t catch Byzantium
\nwith empty nets<\/p>\n
– T.H. the branches have caught the clouds translucent silver floss against the night-dark sky Mars rising above the nearly-full moon and yet there is none of the sweet contentment that the day’s events foretold only a deep and desperate ache propelling … Continue reading
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