You were a conglomerate of contradictions
cascaded, divided, wedged in a vapid waste
weighing energy down into a selfish shape,

A structured vessel for polluted ground
a velvet tongue, a needle-waved whistle
that was biting a touch of frost amongst us

In an autumnal haze, a scavenger in taste
shuffles through souls likes cigarettes in his box
to light one up to the new, winter-weighted age,
chewed and swallowed over with an almond-like, bitter taste

The way the shadows were bended,
leaning over our landscape, like a twilight blanket
revealed all of your creatures in the dark
that twist us and terrify us on sleepless nights

When we can not make love to mirrors