Imagine Secrets Poem by Kampanje Aubrey

Imagine vivid secrets cached in the dominant
color of the night
A bottomless of belches begirt with portents
from their drums
Somehow or another a shadow's broom leeches
The mist of shimmer sweating down
the eye of night
Indeed, the night is dressed in vast hours
strumming scars of witness
And wishes we a dance, beneath the shuddering
tunes of erstwhile
A warrior had sheathed skeletons in pockets
of night
And they brim, and beckon along the wingtip
of time
Like bugles brown without sound, to shed trails
of animousity
Across the narrow path of languid amity
And there are secrets cached in the dominant
color of the night
A talon wind pecking and scratching ears
of the deaf