For faeries
twilight is the best time. . .
the faire laissez,
the leaching sun,
the less than <
> more than
carniVal
that shades light incandescent.
it’s here faeries firm
salute–
in flutter kick,
patty cake, and
crosstown comic kept a millennium
–and who knew?
who knew?
this is the way faeries present.
how faeries commemorate
final faerie gift
–that is in fact–
the solace
silencing faeries bestow
since faeries
know.
Languages.
–unlike those less germane
Luck.
–less odds, and
Lies
–the letting of them
when discretion is the better
part of valor—
their true grit
pixie dust
.
.
.
a comfit
foregoing trend
in (hard candy) rule
the measured metric
of which owls approve
from vane
inconsistent vane–
& crickets, too
who visit homes,
stepping precisely, and
jumping only in faerie’s den
where
power of flight is not forgotten
where
encroaching twilight promises,
where
dusk serves faerie
declining sun
–in verses
–multiverses
unwritten.
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