Alone with the night plants
and the erratic script of wind,
I watched the houses dim
their massive bodies,
their hearts turned low.
Is it their dreams or those
of the small inhabitants
blooming inside the rooms?
Like a fist trying to catch
illusory lights near the
lake’s horizon,
those spectroscopic minds
receive beautiful frequencies.
Perhaps it is the night itself
emitting the radial signal,
the mist of images,
or maybe it’s complementary,
the threefold lantern of brain,
and moon, and stars building
a dark perception.
Either way, the sleepers go on
intently convinced of their
alternate lives,
those mysterious narratives
of ivory and horn.
Seth Jani lives in Seattle, WA, and is the founder of Seven CirclePress. Their work has appeared in American Poetry Journal, Chiron Review, The Comstock Review, Rust + Moth and Pretty Owl Poetry, among others. Their full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. Visit them at https://www.sethjani.com.
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