A Beautiful Night

It could not be saved. Nor
would I try. Though faith is rare;
more perfectly supressed. Finally,
years of trusting silence.

A new mechanism diverts us.
Simplicity. A treaty. A piece of bread.
Spilled blood. An empty flask.
Forfeiture.

There is harm to be had
in flowers if you gather them
complete. Tiger's teeth
in the jaw of roses.
Misleading.

I will remain traditional
and slight. Nameless. Faceless.
Mystic and transparent.
With any luck at all, I will
remain...

a small beautiful night.