The rude potency of youth 
like a black leather jacket 
hung on anyone 
glowing under a green neon star 
has thrown me away. 
I have passed my last dawn. 

beset me. 
Distance darkling 
without water. 
Silence encircled in black sand. 
Leave the Darkness 
No sound. 
Silence awaits. 
Between the black breath of sky 
and the black band of sand 
it stands and commands me. 

Its negligence commands me. 
Black, riderless, careless, knowing, 
undeniable it awaits 
against the last green twilight. 
Leave the darkness. 
Leave the darkness until last.
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