Shut the Dark

Did it ‘hurl headlong’? Milton? I peep in, it’s a deep pit, never ending and there they are, walking in Circles. Dante?

In memory-GAYA. (Poetry)

I search you in your
Faded bricks,in your
Colours incomprehensible,
Your barren mornings,in
Those sly nights.
Your pretentious laugh
Talks of that past
Flickering in your corners,
But those eyelids hide the
Present;shattered behind
The dusty mist.