Poetry Corner with Dot Warner

[jdoc]

i'm calling this one

Friday's Friday

Faded blur glides over solid stream
Lost is the clarity of this night.
Outward the adventurers travelled
Lights caught in endless fight.

Focus melts into marbled condensation
What kissed chaos, now travel binary
Energies grasping at tangled strings
Darkness proceeds, but believed not scary.

The ground yields no base
Souls slide in scattered frequency
Tripping the light fantastic
Til Time invades neither sensitivity

Two brights crash into pierced orbits
Energies caught in ephemeral equivalence
Intensity lost, individuals regained
Free again in their prison of violence.