Living in my head

On this interstate Earth
A brief moment of absolute truth
I have heard the languages of the Apocalypse
Embraced that silence
Emerged out of a depth-less mystery
In a pretense of understanding
Borrowed time
Borrowed worlds
Borrowed eyes
In the gray light the blind dogs of the dark
Watched,
Our consumer culture slowly fading in the dismal sea
The rolling armies and the flames of battle
Cries of a hundred million souls
Like a black wing stretching over the Earth..

Everyone slides back into the Dark Ages
Adrift in the constant sea of trial & error
Yearning for ships to carry us home
When the world itself has ceased to exist
Crowned upon the ashen Sun
In a hangman’s noose
The darkness of the grave

Gypsy