the quiet chaos in the cosmos
fell to earth
stretched out upon the stones
the cold grey flesh
with motionless words amidst
the forest of brittle bones
the sky so white
it consumed the land
in unspoken form
the listless chaos blinked
when the world was torn
and the moon burned
a torch in the night
fell to earth
bathed in the silver seas
until none were left
feather words flew both
day and through the night
mocking birds were
they in fiery flight
their kiss upon a cheek
melting, pooling
upon the cold numb stones
offering for the grey flesh
the dying angel's pulse
fell to earth
winds sweeping frozen ash
over the pointless stones
incinerated words crumble
a powdery language waits
for tears, or rain, or lustful drool
the x in the equation
while the dazed chaos
sits in the forest of bones
takes a drag and exhales
"Damn, I missed it"
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