The Back Garden At Night

There's an unpredictable silence
as the moon begins to reflect the disappearing sun .
Objects turn to outlined conjecture , although I witness their normal state of clarity , regularly.
I look towards the sky , it's appearance is of banded and clumped towels of dust ,
stacking up amidst a reddish , yellow  gas  .
I hear the dull , slow echoes of a worn and eerie church bell , epitomising the onset of doom .
The church itself is visible , elevated and behind the daytime field / night time expansion
of the unknown .
It's shape is irregular , jagged but recognisable .
Like a demonstration of  superiority .
Out here I'm in any era but my own .
That's why I like it .
    
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