Written/Posted 10 Years Ago Yesterday
Listen to this while Reading…
The man stands, arms crossed
His Black Trench Coat Flapping in the Knowing Wind…
His Eyes on the Distant Horizon
Beyond the Blood Black Sea
His eyes Reflectant of the Blue Flares that Fall from the sky…
He raises his hands slowly, palms to the Sky
The Fragile Walls of all that is real
And established as True…
Tremor, you ask why
His Skin begins to Water, and Fade to Light
But he must Press On
The Stars start to Quake, and lose form
His Tears roll back, and inward
Shall his selfishness Prevale
He starts to scream
White Birds Rise
He turns Kneels and cries
The Wings upon his back do Take Shape
His Eyes open White
Is he too late
His Blood begins to Tremor
Silent is the night
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