The thrill of unfocussed oblivion
The tentacles spread thru the haze of the mind
Bringing absolution;
Riding the moonlit night of sorrow
A solitary beast struggles forth
Hope gasping thru its breath
The tired fluttering of its giant heart
Giving up to the earth its final warmth.
Cardboard spattered with blood
The musk of the lather, the spoke of the brush
Filtered down as heaven converges;
The destiny of the ‘morrow is assured
Nowhere lies the path but inward
The beginning is nothing but the end foretold.
The cycle grows the memories fade
A faint flicker that was life
Is swallowed in its wake
The brooding tensions denounce
The stark predictions of great moments to come
The futility is to be forgotten
As the wheel of time rolls on.
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