BLACKNESS

Of a morning’s rampage through the mute night,
An abrupt unsheathing of sense
With bullying headlights scavenging among stillness.
Of such mornings that prophesy dead ends,
Days unnaturally begotten, dragged forth by flight schedules and clock-sirens,
When stubborn Purpose measures moments whistle by whistle,
With the ardent heart bonding illusory narratives of a time beyond Travel;
Then shall her prayer-head knelt over steering wheel relinquish the Present,

But body-bags of triumph remain,
To usher in darkness, of interrupted nights swarming back into the skies,
Asserting-
'For she died, with black sleep in her eyes'.