Frail
My frail words
Fall apart
When uttered from my
Decayed lips.
Sounds and sentences
Escape with each melancholy
Breath.
Synthetic silence.
Panoramic audio.
Theories of chaos
Float upon clouds of catastrophe.
My reflection trapped in the mirror.
Eternity encapsulated.
Visions of beauty become clearer.
Copyright © Micah Kilton | Year Posted 2005
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