Emptyness In Harmony
He listens to fountains of desiccated tears in the desert of his mind
Tastes echoes of vacant sounds from the soul of dissonant void
Disintegrated unison reaches out to his blind visons' flashing blisters
He smells feelings of decay pumping in heart failure’s congestion
The hallowed devil dances in Valhalla and consecrates cacophony
Until the clock strikes midnight in the no man’s land of no return
Blinded by detection deafened in awareness he retreats into his shell
Returns to the safety of shibboleth’s indecisive loneliness
With what remains of distant passion he gathers cinder’s fragments
Strikes a match from heaven and listens to the wood worms crackling
The ‘bonne’ fire raises his spirits in a fluent synthesis of emulated immolation
Finally he throws caution to the flames and feels the heat again
02nd June 2019
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