Stability

Stability

The rippling sun completed its catastasis
upon the earth and spread the sky with denouement,
a pastel commentary on the vesper light to follow
as it sings of rest,
of hope,
of an expectant peace intruding
on a still relentless mind.

It is of such we celebrate
the paradox of life and death,
the orgiastic feast ensuing
as the meek presume
in their own arrogance to claim
supremacy, the centaur's beating hooves
caught stumbling
at the onslaught of the night.

It is a peace eviscerated by romance;
the centaur knows--is helpless
as the vespers close,
when mind and hoof are quartered
in a stall together, shaped to a reflection
of their vanity, their alien heritage
in combat as they dream,
their peace an insane hovering
until the lust of day.
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