Grey foam, white mirrored beams ---
The black continent beckons me.
Pockets filled with stones,
Ears unwaxed and heart asunder.
Silent songs serenade searching souls
Into vaulted histories,
Buried beneath primordial rock, with
Martyrs and grave men, melted
Wings and wicked fruits.
Dark perse jaws,
I can’t help
But sink,
sink,
sink…
~~~
Falling,
I remember,
Into their glassy globes.
First shaking blizzards,
Then ageing echoes:
Pending promises, before sickly
Sighs. I waited ---
But Godot, you never came.
I am unsurprised,
For no one remembers,
Only I.
~~~
Purple sunken eyes
Chasing prancing shadows
On grayscale walls,
My limbs,
They rest on the opened drawer
Where blue pills and blunt blades are kept.
Enisling silence,
Unrippled
By steely shivers. It seems,
They had defected
Once again…
~~~
Listen, listen ---
That elusive tune, it frays my thread.
Two pricked eyes, one stray foot.
Walking on until water
Turns sand.
Now,
My friends,
Will you remember me
For my deathless
bravery?