Fractured Lands I
In impressions:
I reflect...
my expressions retract...
In composite cycles
I react...
Burning optics of set cycles
Spins
Around
Falling
Down,
Swirls, twirls to a stop.
I see lightning striking the ground.
Echos of reality
Excite liquids lights of delight.
Nanoseconds of thought, interact...
Spun perceptions like spiders at night
Memories are snared here in moments of silence
Of treason and crimes
Impressions die in optic’s artificial dawn
After the flesh, countless dry desires, expire...
In melancholy's pyres
Histories are burned to ash
Blow in endless winds of creations
Silent raging storm
Expression of birth and images die.
All bleeds at the edges of space
Crashing into star stuff.
Falling, buried in dead flesh
sunsets in a sea of oblivion
Faces awash in red flaring sand
like a car rusted machinery’...
Optics react
Date coalesces facts
The images blur
Information Redacts!
As I walk along a lonely path
…into oblivion...
to the edge of the sea, I emerge…
I stand and scan a Fractured Land.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2022
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