Dark Entourage

The dedicated reader
Is a shadow-haunted soul,
Regardless of the flavors

Of the genres they prefer.
They don’t have to be reading.
They’ve read enough already

For planetary motions
To be circling in their skulls.
Eclipses sliver daily,

And there’s always a notion
Crossing some other thought’s shine.
Phrases crave lives as space junk,

What rushes out of the night
Of the dedicated mind.