dusk comes rather adventitiously,
through doors and atop windowpanes
caressing the surface

become worthy, become gone, become god
become an all encompassing, all empowering entity
omnipotent and neutral
you are a prisoner of your own home
an inescapable means to live
bound up, wound up
drown out by violence and non-violence
muddled by conversation both of means and of the mundane
obfuscated
bursting with life and with vivacity
but check the left palm and you'll find misanthropic mountains
rupturing and ruling
contracting the disease of the damned