Detonated Forms

Angel wait in detonated forms black ragged thorns wrapped around stained cruciforms… Singular saints dark faint forms hide in corners not washed in candlelight as crows sit in irregular rows. Take flight from skeletal spines high in some ancient cathedral spire encrusted in black oblique forms… The distance along the seams of reality stretching high into some deserted distant American midnight! Lost in thoughts of empire that see the continental fires blaze forever as the clock strikes the hour… Of midnight, as the angels wait in abstraction of oblivions forms, on thrones wrapped in thorns. Deep in eternal night watch the funeral pyre climb higher around the cruciforms. Distance dire angels wait in that oblique obsolete and desolate form, black ragged thorns wrapped around blackened cruciforms… A faded billboard boldly claims the coming reign along the highways of some Mad American Empire… await war with desire…!