some long extinct twilight
a dusk all
consuming,
intruding with invitation to
this stage,
this station.
a man aimed better
to be.
a failure, as far as
certain
perspectives see. yet
undetermined, empirically,
as get onward
it’s got to
be. 
insipid living, while
the visions 
holler brighter, mightily,
in unparalleled contention,
when narration finds, after 
seeking,
soliloquy somber.
end of day.
wonder.
wander. 
in the confines of circumstantial
penitentiary.
think,
therefore existence is
for thee. 
the stalwart stance of seeing,
upon these bipeds,
these eyes
with fade still far enough 
away,
the act, the constant
revival,
be it concert hall, or
dive bar, preferably.
or, a place of
intimacy,
universally, of course,
the sort of source such inclinations
(expressive)
first 
find their course.