SOLSTICE

The cloud shrouded stars
Run crowd and cower
As Earth tilts from the sun

Unturned untilled earth frozen
Beneath carcasses of sun beams
Too hard to intern

A tawdry tinsel of time threads
Find solace in solstice
As the uncertain tread
On drunken mirrors on puddles dank

A singular glint from earthly light
On black boots in the black gloom
Cling to that sing to that
For nothing is certain

How dark all earth smells
A panther absorption in absentia
Spell petrified in arachnid arms
Dilating pupils black as himba
Motionless before the menhir muttering

Tomorrow is not the darkest day
Tomorrow's not the darkest day
Today was