On Night’s Broken Stage

On Night’s Broken Stage

By  Wesley Thomas Cutlip

The dervish whirls—
deserts fable
over candles,
atop mantle fires,
wings for life.

A salient moth
labors over no lands,
exists in The Great,
extends her wings 
to The Wide,
middle-age night

to flutter near the floor,
flit in the rafters—
a lamp,
her vessel for ballet
on night’s broken stage

Wesley Thomas Cutlip graduated from University of North Carolina in 2006 with a BA in English. He currently resides and works in Charlotte, NC

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