Saturday, October 12, 2013


the wild night of doom

descends through our bloodlines

as seas roil and lands break and sink and rise

and swirl on the plates of their bearings

and the blazing scarlet skies are just

the reflections of souls on fire

and ruins fall back

into the ground of their making

and I who wanted a ringside seat

to watch the fall of my enemies (how pitiful like them I am!)

plunge with the crowds into what sinkhole

swallow an eon of our misdirected living...

oh see you (maybe) in the shingles of dawn's beach

nourishing other forms in the light of the mild morning of bloom...

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