Sunday, December 11, 2016

Wormwood's blink

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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