Monday, September 5, 2011

house of the dying sun

ghosts flee to the shadows remaining as
light bleeds into noise and I fade into shades
of red, redemption fails and the sand of
prayers shuffles under my feet.
Radiance now cold, framed in monotony
by fingers lacking keys, locks only opening
somewhere else.
wires disassociated from terminals,
electrons trapped, meaning has no escape
meaning there is
no escape

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