Phrenolog

Verona Fifth: A Fragment

I cannot claim I’ve never cried
aloud for time to quit its silence.
I cannot name that sovereign dusk
that shatters sky with violence,
and renders us as silhouettes
at one both burned and violet.

--Gainesville, (2004?)

The rest of the poem doesn't live up to this stanza. I might chuck the rest of it... or reconstruct a new poem around it.