twilight

at last
the day is folded away
corner to corner, neat and sober,
a twilight crease, the sun sets on its lines,
memories arise, sweet and bitter, an after-imagined life,
external love is lost, internal love is found,
pastel shades of the evening color despair
and make glory of every sorrow kissed in the dark,
stars spark the purple sky like eyes searching for contact
in the vastness of an empty embrace of sky and earth,
intoxication awaits to help forget the tyranny of the day,
liquor, smoke, and sex under artificial light
in a house of shadows