Encapsulate Poem by Frank DeFulgentis

what is there to say
of the
dawning darkness of day?
how will the epiphany spell
the story we tell?

the cool air sways free
as it flows from under
trees of evening asunder
when daylight stoops it sets a mood
lost thoughts may come back crude

look how the eye shapes light
when you look at something bright
how eyesight is a trigger
to sight the human figure
even at night

a pressing warmth captures your skin
the moment
impressions begin
within a passive memory flow
of motion we discern to show

the dry ice that underlies
where the night stirs narratize
will encapsulate a flow
free of fear
in the narratization we steer

written by Frank DeFulgentis

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