The final verse
The silent curse
In harmony, rehearsed.
All voices rise
A hymn reprised
Their words heard in reverse.

The rites of time henceforth proclaim,
A soul and skin decreed by name,
A toll within the heart aflame,
Step forward and asperse.

To heaven and hell, it's all the same
So be deliberate and terse.

The ritual will only get worse

And your time already came.

Sinuous swirls float
On the wind,
Into the blue,
Into nothing,
Along with the words I wrote.

The mountain top clings
To the mist
That slips through
Jagged fingers
As the wind that carries it sings.

Fate dictates the scene at hand.
Though it claws
And fights to
Grapple the mist,
The mountain was fated to the land.

And the mist returns
From whence it came.

It's the melancholy death
Of a union
Of beauty,
But it is a death all the same.

We held on for a time,
Frozen together
Before the sun would climb.

An iceberg adrift
On cold bliss,
We could hardly feel
The melting
Or the consequence
We'd dismiss.
We were creatures of
Our seasonal night,
But the darkness blocked
Foresight.
And our dancing on
The winter sea
Cast no shadow
In the moon light.

But the sun would rise
And it's rays would welt
The ice with brilliant heat,
It would creak and split
And crack and shriek
But we wouldn't notice it melt.

The sun rose in the sky
But set on our season.
Our glacier couldn't defy
The time or our treason,
Our negligence.

So we melted
Into the ocean
And the currents
Carried us apart.

My arms too short to reach the door,
Motor skills unaccounted for,
And he had yet to build rapport.
But he wore robes and masks
And skulked beneath
The floor.

My heart abounds without a care,
Laughter floats on blissful air,
He's only in places of disrepair.
But when I stare at the cracks
I see him
Waiting there.

A time for change of flesh and mind,
A sense of reality rendered blind,
To my imagination, he resigned.
But he bided his time
As his methods
Were refined.

The rise and fall of her chest is slow.
We hold our breath and don't let go.
Time limps toward a fate we know.
And just like that
He's real with
Fear bestowed.

And now he's every face I see,
In thoughts and words and inquiry,
A tidal wave I cannot flee.
His reach, I feel,
Is greater than
The sea.

And those eyes, those
Sinister eyes
Are always watching me.

I can almost feel them.

Words are
The space between us
And I'll stumble over them
To get to
You

Light on the water's surface shone
A shape that seemed a head,
A head and a face that seemed my own
With a mouth agape that said:
You drape your skin over wretched bone
To hide your secret dread
That the things you think when you're alone
Into your life will spread.
I see the parts you think unknown
I know the lies you've fed
Yourself to sink the seeds you've sewn,
To clean the rot you've bled.
A sin
You've grown,
A heart
Of stone,
These things I'll leave
Unsaid.

Your darkness lurks
In the corners,
In your quirks.
Think in any pattern or slur,
I'll always see the truth stir.

Silence ebbs
Down the street
By my side.

By my pride.

Shattered not
By the patter on
My umbrella,

Down Avenue Isabella.

And silence flows.

The crooked sidewalk
Grabs at my feet
And my pride snickers.

Silence breaks not
For your ambient
Bickers.

A door of wickers'
Make
On Avenue Isabella
Swings to regression

And silence flickers.

For whom
The bell tolls
My pride reprimands.

The dead need no
Gentle hands.

And on
Avenue Isabella
Porous souls are steeped
So deeply in
Their own pretension
To fill the lonely holes
That the bell tolls
To a harmonious roar
Of crowded silence.



Dead



Silence.