Stranglehold

In stranglehold Beauty sate by the dusk Blushed in the deepening Red that was darkening As areolas: In the mantle of vapors The mist-less air lighted One by one with stars Blinking At King Night and his gold Chariot. In this heavy metal situation Night locked into dusk as Wheel on cog wheel in machines. Lit suddenly the hills, the little Snow, the villages, Lit the small village streets Closed houses and windows Light by light went out Think! Think! Poet Seer, The I, For misfortune and for poverty Intelligence substitute.