so it's to the gallows for the long, lost kingdom of light

[cadmeanvictory]

Here's a sonnet I wrote a little while ago. It's a work of fiction.

The blinking, yellow languor pulsed by lights
felt sweet and thick; our blood assumed their pace.
We wondered why this only came with nights
-their willingness to slow the human race.
No stop or start, just flow and go and keep
in rhythm, steady swimming, like a shark
(we do not have its teeth, but if we sleep
we know we’ll lose the life we find at dark).
But panic finds no room in here. Your feet
upon the dash, we look with subtle smiles
at hands entwined, their digits giving heat
to burn away the need for maps of miles.
In time, it will be rising in the east;
right now, we move, not caring in the least.