Closing Night

The ballroom is fit for a gala of stars

& we are at the back, sneaking among shadows

cast by mortals and moons alike,

dodging chattering drunks with their bubbling champagne,

waltzing when we reach a deserted balcony

Tonight feels like an eternity, but we know only

of eternity as fleeting starlight, ephemeral

like the sonatas you offended a conformist musician with

Look up, and you can see the celestial wheel 

turning once more, with its mechanical levers

heralding yellowed leaves and chillier winds,

bidding farewell to glittering oysters

& then, we will be at opposite ends of the earth,

talking only through telepathy

I watch the curtains fall, then sing a swan song 

to us

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Cover Photo by cottonbro.