Within Mysteries, the Dark and Decay Also Hides

Note: I am very pleased to have collaborated with Robert Lindley on several occasions in the past. Today, I have the pleasure of doing so again. Robert, as always, thank you no end for the fellowship and inspiration. Within Mysteries, The Dark and Decay Also Hides A collaboration with Robert Lindley On a stony pebble, feet cried out in pain, why does, in our way, sharp pebbles forever lay and the beat goes on daily turmoil and sadden goodbyes nightly terrors, old broken toys vacancies of illuminations dark echoes that reveal dismissal of kindness and the beat goes on In a dying feast, why does each bite so bitter taste broken spoon grinds upon aging teeth table shakes its rotten legs hope waves its retreat tomorrow yearns to die tomorrow, at own yearning, dies hope, so foolish, is scorned legs decay under table fallen broken teeth curse aged spoon even bitter can no longer be bitten feast on death, never aught else yet the heat is gone kindness, as it were, no longer concealed in devious light where illuminations are filled with days terrors, child returns to greet anew the nightmare revived yet the heat is gone here, in our way, stones, jagged, perpetual feet, mortifyingly quiet on jagged stone 2nd July 2020