The Old Ones Whisper To A Dead Moon

Glaring beautiful moment in agony

Staring at the ash collecting
Never still
Never ill
Lost between the lines
Of reason

I can smell your brains
Winds of change are rattling chains
You say
Body still
Brain retreats to deeper wells
Deeper still
Embraced by chains
Kept safe
From the emerging urges of beast
Kept safe in the brain
From the body

Boredom pouring over
Ooze like glue

Endless forever inside this
In here
Avoiding the majestic collection of molecules
Composing the moment

Withering the wrinkled meat
Restricting the hands, the feet
The mouth
Oh my god
But the eyes
Kept inside
The ears are blind
To cries
The eyes
Drifting through this endless mind



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