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.