Falling Sky/Failing Sky

shrinking and shying away she breaks in the night in silence and disarray and no one even noticed what is your style, monsieur? or do you not have one? What is your lack, then? preference engorged on the blood of a wild rose - multi-faceted kaleidoscopic beast of floral delivery hyacinth foxglove dogwood which is the poison - child of ancestral tradition? where is your mind in being better speaking as if it's your right - unearned/unasked/dissolute dissolving/dilluting it's all the same I can pretend as well self-importance becomes personal genocide

the lunar eclipse of 2.February.2005
but where did this come from? what was it before this shrinking moon? it was this murderous sunset:

we sat and watched the night paint shadows on our faces
we allowed our lines to break
we allowed ourselves to remain unanswered
and watched the night fall down around us