Unenlightened

And in its nubile form the light is poached              
and falls upon a sheath of blinding blonde;                
the sluggard day now creeps with razored sword,                
‘till morning glories spiral tight response.                
                
The disemboweled bright sentences run on                
in harsher hues with vacant lines of gold;                
rays that stab the shade with arguments,                
scabbard drawn, a heckling noon exposed.                
               
Assured with careless glide, forgets its arc,                
that orbit always redefines the day;                
the sighs within cool shadows, softer talk;                
a waxing moon that washes it away.