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
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