Frozen Darkness

Cold interest looking downwards Onward member seeking paradise Forlorn towards the beacon of light Darkness creeps in, defiles the eyes Kind trickery bleached one’s senses But burrows out the black trusses Never known to look beyond sight Enigma before the girl’s dirty brushes It’s time, forward march to impress The spiral reeks of still sour grapes Deep into the Earth the mind escapes Without much divinity behind the drapes Calling upon nameless sighs in the dark Without a mesh of mellow high forms It lurks behind the mask of desire To open the flask of yesterday—sojourn Towards the space of one’s own fear Escaping the night into the jet of starkness Bellowing a wave of grey nothingness No one dines on the black skin of darkness Entwined into a string of heartache Bestowed upon bleak framework crammed Into shallow water’s edge of lower humming The crashing of the fleece forever slammed Russell Sivey