The night sky is purple

The night sky is purple
The erect evergreens are wispy fronds
The maple, a dendritic explosion
Scattering its detritus and ambidexter structure.

This night, the vacuous quiet
The absence of breeze, of local sound
The sound of thought, an expanse
Satisfied, satiated, ingratiated largesse.

And so I take my first steps
Into the friendly cold, into the expansive air
Walk, ponder the wandering, imposing tome
Of existence.

This finger, this gesture, this stance
The inward embarassment electric
Syncophant asynchronous symmetric
It would have been better to ignore it.