Nihilist Footsteps

Nihilist Footsteps I have always wanted... in the black on black silence the womb and the grave no respite is engendered no soothing harmony sung so it is that we are haunted by the language of our fathers wrapped in hope and fear running down a hallway feathers brush my eyes across the red horizon swept up by the loving edge past tense on my left side future perfect on my right the mask I wear is speaking I am the me I've never met saying these hollow words again truth is a liquid mirror we are the orphan light of stars reflecting back and back a perfect web of distance drawn tight around the spark