#unnerve
I evoked you. left. And just so.
Few tears shed on the way there
and back.
The towering walls, ashen,
ditto the ceiling
but darker.
it allows everything to fall through
I'm being told
to close my eyes,
shut my mouth—
the mouth in my head;
the head my mouth will soon be missing.
I took the landscape with me.
I stood looking backwards.
Snapshots came back blurred.
Unnerved by a palace
where inside is outside.
with and without.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
Tick tock, Slow clock
Piercing sound of Silence.
Disturbance of tranquillity
or is it the silence of the storm?
Eye of the storm
Hands of the clock
Wings of time
Ma'at or Isfet?
Coming of Christ or Kalki
Impending doom or
Time of tranquillity
What tidings do the stars bring?
Frozen, bloodied dove in Berlin.
Blaring sirens of the apocalypse
or news of the red man Gorbachev
which sound will come first?
Carrefour, welcome Hecate.
Blanche´s final invitation or
Lisa´s ticket out of Dissocia
which ride is it going to be?
Sylvia, Blanche, Lisa, Sarah.
Mahavira, Buddha, Moksh.
Time, Destiny, Moirai, Jury
What is the verdict?
So much sound, yet no voice from the trachea.
So much company, yet paint can only last so long.
So many words, yet not a single syllable spoken.
So much, yet none of it.
Storm of Isfet, Impending Kalki
Blaring apocalypse, Final Invitation.
Snip my scarlet line, Atropos.
Slow clock, Tick tock.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC
copious stories
are told about it
and it is of a floating
figure's fit
on one of them
coming into your view
it may give you a
shivering chill's preview
it can be loitering
on a dark stairway
waiting to unnerve
your very clay
dare you walk into
the old mason's yard
for there's a phantom
inside the said yard
Vincent Price can readily
evoke a scream
as his voice lends its self
to such a deem
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC