The sky
just before dawn
is dark electric,
expectant.
In almost
every sense
the word
progression
means progress,
except here,
at the margins.
The sky is blue
as airless blood,
as secret blood,
as all the terrible
beauty
that I’d rather
not know.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Intensity and intrigue…. I like. ~ P ~
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Dark and beautiful, this poem really holds your attention 🙂
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Thank you!
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“dark electric”; “as all the terrible beauty…” Mesmerizing, powerful poem. Simple in structure, complex and vast in the landscapes of thought it opens. Love it.
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Thank you! I am glad it appealed to you
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Awesome in literal sense.
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Thank you, Amrin!
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Love your poems.
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Thanks for stopping by and reading them!
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You are welcome.
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