Kyle Harbinger

Night Cycle

The window was wide open.
The gateway to space,
I think
you called it.
The candles told us lies
as they suffocated the black.

Time liquefied,
surged out of rainbow sand buckets
and gushed itself upon the floor;
stirring the imagination that was dripping out our noses,


We were knee deep in undiscovered colors
and giant cat fish.
We did not dare speak of the sunrise- for
we spoke lies, fluently.
The wind, a force of truth,
I think
you called it-
or as the candles said,
“un fuerza de la verdad”
gave the flames a quick lick,

and we were left only with our thoughts;
or as I called it,


Poem Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2008

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  • Delilah Miller (4/25/2008 10:42:00 PM)

    Your poetry has TOTALLY burst to a new level! I love it but what happened? It's like the dark side of Neruda...

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