Lullaby #666

 

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Cobblestone Romance

 

we hide in the crowd

behind words on paper

behind metaphor

laughter...

reconnaissance requires secrecy

anonymity is necessary

if we are to convey

any dose of reality

untainted by perspective

uninhibited by the noises

of any particular vernacular

and its accompanying thresholds 

Poly-Schematic Tactics

Pontifications from the Podiums

Articulate the Addendums

To the Contracts of Existence—

As the Governments Lament

Over Lost Accomplishments—

Destined to Devour

The Ivory of their Towers—

Flicker

Who can Deny

  The Lazy Eye—

As it Looks Down

  With Aimless Frown—

Which once Looked Up,

  Containing Stars—

Too Far to Light

  This World of Ours—

Beauty, which Waits

to Destroy

its Patience,

is Power

Beyond the Attention

of Mortality.

From Dust To Sand

 

Into The Abyss

At the Precipice of Emptiness

  We Gaze Into The Abyss—

Black is All we're able to See,

  But Echoes Hang, Reminding—

The Sea of Infinity Surges Below

  A Veil of Dark Surrender—

To It do we Trust—enough to Jump—

  The Break, as Fall Intended?—

Their Sky is Grey, Our Land is Dead—

  The Air—Cold and Still—

Breath Reminds us, what's Inside us—

  A Debilitating Will—

And Words will Circle as we Fall,

  As Birds of Eager Prey—

We Catch their Eye, & they our Trust,

  Now we cannot Look Away—

And by Them we're Saved before we hit

  The Surface of the Sea—

Allowing us the Grace to Swim,

  And With the Darkness, Be—

Full of a Light we'd Lost up there,

  Up on some Dreary Lea...