Tavern at the end of the night

These poisons

So much on the shelves

It was already heaven

You are still reading about the seventh sky

I may find hope in you

I pray to see you forsaken

For the sake of it

In the frames, in the windows

Somebody I don't quite remember

Quiet nights and quiet stars

When we reach for another heaven

Heaven is a tavern telling jokes of itself

Am I still making rooms for you?

A room in a room is a room forlorn

You still have the ropes

So you can make rope arts

Binding the sky and the stars

Are you waiting to be cured?

Are you waiting to be accured ?

January 2026

By Aran Meredith