Atropos

It was fated 

Though I dared never to see it

A sentencing of blind and

Morpheus fare

 

You arrived on the day of black sediment stone

A hapless attaché

We met in the midst of disaster

Rays as strangers onto the sun

Death kneeling, resigned

As we burned the worst 

together

 

I stayed as the world evaporated

Satisfied with whatever we left

So eerily impressed as to try

But not a drop inside of you mattered

Only the outrage and invisible virtue 

A lack of justification 

Eventually our teeth scraped against

the vastness of metered glass; 

broken and spidered 

A warm nest of beads between the sloth of Ides 

The buddha petitioned where the ends met on a

Clear twist of Klein Bottle

Cleansing broke through the radio as our absence arrived

like clear ghoulish static

Belly full of more as overtly ready to 

testify our demise

A lunatic no wiser than its appetite 

The lens in telescopic faltering

And although our days stayed undisturbed

Sanity spewed in Greek oblation

Dwelling in the ever slowing young faces 

Threaded with innocence...

Numbered as sheared

Into days and insatiable hands

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It always leaves me thirsty...I open my mouth at the river bend hoping to cover my tonsils with more than salt. Your writing never fails. Ty

[Perdition]

As well as your reviews....Thanks Q.