Paper peels itself from the walls with ease
like leaves returning to the soil in curled
Repressed energy then surges outwards,
like glaciers parading their legacies
to mountains in silent grief.
While the rain taps in the valleys
on arid surfaces with propositions of life
to molecular corpses,
like dust returning in hopeful stupefaction
to a taut epidermis.
Air rips holes into itself all around
to expose a singularity of infinite density,
where stars choose to return as
black holes to burn
the fuels that were once
And a nebula of memories
will spill its ink onto the air
about the head of a man kneeling
like an enchantment.
Life's intoxicating tragedy.
Copyright © David Brady | Year Posted 2017