Of Evanescences and Reminescences

January 2017

This fluid boils--this stifled rage--

These fingers bleed--this cutting page--

This soul aches- -this brooding cage--

All the world falls, reducing thee

to that crippled stage

Flowers succumb to the rain

Plains corrugate from the bane

The air carries the scorched branches

The wastes, the remnants, the ashes,

All the needs are fading, grated

in the heaps of that great wreckage

Time is cristalised in a mischievous visage;

Grey clouds coerce the constrained blusters,

The bleak tides of rivers drain the franctic whispers,

The horizon caves in--there's no escape;

Leaves and papers are wafting, lifted

in this still air of desperation

And the quavering moon descends

Its lurid glare percing and penetrating

All dull gazes seeking

Their potency, now, dwindling and fading

As they all pine, cry out

for that body's enlightenment

And it does, yes it does;

Show everything

And they see, and they grieve

In this cruel sight

Of evanescences and reminescences