The partition
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts
Grey boughs stretching upward appeal to
a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
The almighty one, who goes by the name Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
In nightclubs and casinos, people are trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
In a black frame, seeing you seeing through you
and into an ever-expanding void.
The division
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts
grey boughs stretching upward appeal to a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one, go under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Crowded nightclubs and casinos, people trying not to be alone
in the night and face the truth
we are mortals and infrequently remembered as a photo
a black frame, seeing you, seeing through
you and into an ever-expanding void.
The partition
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts
Grey boughs stretching upward appeal to
a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one goes under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Nightclubs and casinos, people trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
In a black frame, seeing you seeing through you
and into an ever-expanding void.
The division
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts, grey boughs
stretching upward appealing to a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one goes under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Crowded nightclubs and casinos, people trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
we are mortals and infrequently remembered.
Faces in a black frame, seeing you seeing through
you and into an ever-expanding void.
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