The Unseen, As Swirling Ebbs of Time Plod Along

I feel very privileged to have been able to contribute something small to a second collaboration with poet extraordinaire, Robert Lindley, whose mastery of all forms of verse continues to inspire. Thank you, Robert, for such fellowship and inspiration. The Unseen, As Swirling Ebbs Of Time Plod Along A collaboration with Robert Lindley 19th October 2018 Fight disbelief, as its intended power is to deceive its low, hard constant drone, echoes shattered moans with razor knife edge, bloodied cuts hide in its deep, at dusk's waning hours, path falls to the cold and dead And what speaks in dreams, oft walks in shadows at day spreading aching sadness, horrific chills sent to curse. Yet disbelief will not be fought for waging of battle demands that you believe existence says, believe you do not for from whence, otherwise, did disbelief's bleeding red-blades appear if not from blindness, saddest of such sad truths ? Is this black magic in its unfathomable infinite embrace cut short by false Gods that once held its great powers nay, the same, blood for blood that mercilessly seethes from its savagery, demands we live weak, wasted lives In soul destroying expanse, sorrows birth deeper woes man a pawn, dwelling within Time's never ending shows. Yet the ancient false Gods be not false for only true Gods could control and mask their own hidden goals and divinity's truth, and their every mysterious whim, as the oscillations of a cruel lover, echo divinities that we'll not ever divine. If one sees, finds a way to break the mold they are targeted, struck down long before the old as were celebrated artists felled in fleeting youth, rotted in earthen soil, living now in dreams of more Behold, evil, slow-walks hand in hand with father Time recurring patterns, anger born, in man's fallen mind.