The Sun Set.

• Author: Opal, Anthony
• Position: Poem

The sun set and we were left alone, small silhouettes on the beach beside blue-black mountains. The night held us as only an absent father could, steadily whispering despair and urging us toward tire while the stars pulsed motionless as inciters, as distant animals. They are sirens of possibility one says: Let us collect them in our hands. Yes another replies: Let us collect and devour them, making ourselves into a transfigured likeness. And at this many voices rose and many agreed, though one speaking out of his...