A Thousand Tempting Solar Songs

I am all places, always and absent.
Burn my brittle voice!
A thousand tempting solar songs
Collapse consequence and choice.

No! There is work for feet and fingers.
I snap back to drama and drudgery.
But times I watch the sinking sun,
Eyes sliding into reverie.

Gleaming sun, an egg’s interior.
A safety craving the collapse.
Black tendrils touch vermilion
In thievery’s closing grasp.

An excerpt from My Epic Poem Hypnos Hermes - released as part of Tomes Tuesday.

The full version of Hypnos Hermes is out now in both Hardback and Amazon Kindle formats

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I’d like to shout out to the other participants in the project please visit their work:

Aysun G. (She/Them)

Joshua Lavender

Derek James Kritzberg

Phillip Carter

The Black Knight

Victor Jimenez

Thank you for your time as always
Graeme