entropy bright and alive - a poem

In the lunatic sky

The humid airs compel

The disembodied light

To spread in waves, falling,

Impossibly reaching my shoulders,

I feel the weight of it,

The night itself prescient,

That the moon fills

The lunatic with pulling dream

That he cannot rest,

And pushes every maternal water

To flow and then ebb,

Nocturnal wanderings of liquids,

They adjust to the lunatic clock,

The calendar, solar, dishonest this night,

When the moments, haunted, flow…

The second hand ticks

Lying, seemingly metronome,

The sound a drip of water,

Filling a vacuumed basin,

Pushing the minute

Into the hour,

The clock slowly winds down

Like everything this night,

Entropy bright and alive,

The sheen of lamplight

Falling on a sickened orange…..