They move as lace
through the discarnate night;
Soft, volitional footsteps along disturbing corridors,
with outstretched
scalpel-esque appendages,
********* five, adjacent, stimulating patterns-
getting deeper-
Deeper.
And flashing their leer
of quivering needles.
Lullabying odiums to Johnny-leper;
Drinking his breath in the night.
O, for an exposed ripe?
Seeing only a diced-fraction of hell?
Will you not rest in the light?
Or wisp away in the rigid winds of reality?
The dawn is riding forward-
As the last tree in the forest falls with a whisper.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
They move as lace
through the discarnate night;
Soft, volitional footsteps along disturbing corridors,
with outstretched
scalpel-esque appendages,
********* five, adjacent, stimulating patterns-
getting deeper-
Deeper.
And flashing their leer
of quivering needles.
Lullabying odiums to Johnny-leper;
Drinking his breath in the night.
O, for an exposed ripe?
Seeing only a diced-fraction of hell?
Will you not rest in the light?
Or wisp away in the rigid winds of reality?
The dawn is riding forward-
As the last tree in the forest falls with a whisper.
