The sobriety of the dark

Declare your step to me
what weight, which size
and I’ll know what you cherish
wisps or hands outstretched
to the drowned, I, without you

swollen with water like the madman
to be restored from his baser instincts
so that I am a pulley
which from the pit of my time
pours water, carries water

and the drunk for too much light
finds his vertigo in the stasis
engages duel after duel
engages life, love and death
so the hours can be bells

so he rings door to door
begging the sobriety of the dark.

Danilo Breschi
Poet of the Month April 2016

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