phantoms hang swaying in place of the morning dew
Tag: fiction
never won: the fight against the tides of night
within the summer storm the congregation of flesh
effortlessly: cold bodies glide through the veil of grey
deliberate each instance of the crawl into the void’s womb
as we leap and dance: becoming the fools we were meant to be under a concrete tree
paradise lost: the hidden word reveals itself to those who are tempted
pre-shaded notions of sky: control the mind and everything else will fall in place
reach into and gather: gravity wells in empty eye sockets
clock is ticking: the pilgrim strays dancing to the winds of heresy
