As darkness' ark of obscurities moors out of the blue
Ιnto daytime, its ghosts are poured and enter the light,
Distilling volume and mass with their strong
Spirit (aka, daydrinking dayconstructivism).
A nonday is timed precisely as one pleases,
Clock handles and numbers daylightfully melting.
In a standstill of the brief sun-sinking moment,
A full term dusk is bursting with immaculate perceptions.
Daymares will be kept dormant by choice, if not stillborn.
Next morning, daybanked; a farse, a non sequitur.
Is in daylight rendered,
As dark and intense as possible.