THEY FALL…SKM…

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when the days grow short
the night is long
shadows better hidden come out
stretching
ever seeking
hapless victims trudge
dragging iron feet upon their days
with closed eyes
there is no color here
there is no air
what secrets can the shadows tell
black is a color they scream
arms flailing desperately
oh no, no, no
it is not
a gaping vacuum perhaps
mildly considering
like lemmings they fall
yet still they advance
if idiots rule
are monsters so hard to comprehend
beauty is most often deadly
why don’t you know I scream

skm

INCINERATION

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the sky is moving
the firmament is spinning
and I want
how then can I if I’ve never had it
anywhere other than this strangulation of need
did the darkness first seek the light
does the day sky pine for the stars
does the rain want
does the abyss of the ocean floor reach up
waters all finding themselves
forming torrents of desire
constantly roiling
searching
carving canyons through my soul
the elements they conspire against me
does the wolf cry sorrowful stories to the moon
does this human instrument need to speak
and oh how my hands will
this blood, bone and skin
raw heart
rabbit hole stomach
all is fuzzy
how can this flesh not burst into flame
ah you say this is craving
no
this is incineration

skm