CLOSET PLANT - I

There's a time by darkness 
That serves as a shift;
An absolute butter drift,
Damping the din, as harness.

Dusk simmers the noises
And paves way for night;
Dazzled by pretty lights,
That bifurcates all voices.

And then casually descends
The cadence of reprive,
Dissolving beneath skies;
Just silent chaos, in the end.

It's not all that severe,
You could hear it too
Upon looking through 
At a nearby atmosphere.

Free of the nonsense chant
From individual infinities
And lurid amenities
I hear breathings of a closet plant

-K.G.