Another burned molecule in that which is already burned
It's face turns away,
It breaks or has already has broken
And yet this feeble mind attempts to retain the silky web that has amassed
And the chords push out a funeral tomb a tune. Too worthy of my demise which truly occurred earlier this month
There was a LVX & PAX HELD
MY Heart and Mind Maintained for so long only to hear it snap.
And inside it drips like a bleeding effigy of a former self. A misguided foolishness that knows it's self complete
To fall into the arms of the beloved and there again find peace. Until a memory of sound ripens and pops a synaptic connection that flares across the vista of the mind like a dying star of sympathetic beauty. A reflective pool of darkness.
To wade and to wallow like a beast yet unconnected or free from those wrinkled and scaled ancestors that still to this day feed upon the souls of man as the same man feeds upon the yolk of the rising black sun of his own false superiority.
And a sharp dagger of the master carver cuts silhouettes around a heart and whispers of hatreds crackle made bitter.
And I lay back close my eyes and let this mass of matter flow around me and here the moment is choice between letting it digest me or to ward further until an exhausted fitful sleep allows illusionary escape.