available light
we beckon the old gods
to dance
available light
we beckon the old gods
to dance
dusk the ego fills this empty and sad place
empty bodies trail the hearse it rains harder
the corpse carried out into the winter rain
cold tree complexity the randomness of life
winter junction computing this sense of loss
grey mist trees question the morality of fires
neighbours scream
pet dog escapes
evil human captors
naked the wet body presents itself:
clean slate
not now not ever never ceases winter rain