shine your light
on now
and snare
the moment
before it flees
fox-like into tomorrow
or burrows
into the dank dark
hummus of yesterday
outside your bright sphere
shadows wait
assassins all
they queue up
and plead prayers
of love
they raise
extinguished torches
as clubs
of unconscious
conspiracies
and goosestep
down damp cobblestones
as zithers play