Self-defeat
Self-defeat is a bloodied owl
Calling down the moon to reckon the sun
This owl perches on Minerva's conscience
Stirring ashes from Methuselah's closet
Spreading a silent salient doom
Fine grey dust crutched by moonbeams
Buried sunshine beneath the ocean
Hidden accounts, quagmires of consciousness
Causing sleep to blacken this pillowcase
As she brings the dreams
Of swimming less and less and less
Bionote
Steven Hartung received a creative writing degree from Michigan State University. He lives outside Richmond, Virginia.
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