A crack of doom in the Streets of Dawn
All in the small town rain out of poetry ash
There is breathing in the darkness of the street lights
longing for the romance of the alley in the blue hotel sun
carrying their black wood to an end of self illusion
The crack develops to rumbling fate
Sparks of light fall through the dawning
as the dew shines
golden
shimmering like a sea of
diamonds
The child turns around
Struck down by moonshine
The eye opens the ear
opens
and the integrity of all worlds
becomes part of the living
Now the child has its name
tempted by eternity
and left with
