Zenith 

Hope came in the form of a

shadow
dark and terrible

threatening everything
at the bar

at the end of the street
I was suicidal with joy

and at the lonely table
top

at midnight
sipping sweet despair

spinning
secrets of the heart

in another tongue
for the dog to howl at pretty

soon after it disappeared
like I said

it would
left me here alone

cross-legged on the floor
with the fierce

sun at its zenith
casting zero.

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