I’m tired and smelly, therefore the most logical thing to do is throw this at the screen and hope it sticks

Blitz : Gloam

It starts in an evening full of encounters and it’s a soft shock to your sharp side

Piercing vehemently and blossoming into fruition,

Only to wilt when you lose focus, shaking you like a ladder to the sun;

It’s the nightmare of your life that whispers softly silkily

Flooding you with a plum’d hue, drowning the room in a subtle silence

Washed clean by a light spring shower, each drop devouring the rest.

It’s now lost in the transfixing beauty shining beyond, hovering in stillness

And illuminating the swarming darkness. Lights rush eyes,

Pouring into souls, a window ajar all day letting in the cold.

Should I open the pod bay door HAL or let the light freeze in

Parcels consisting of farcically dancing particles?