Lynx-Eyed

The long tentacles return 
to gather you, 
in clawless loops. 

What do you see in the godless 
domain of winged 
colts? 

The colossus had 
glaring flaws. Binary 
curse falls like a barrel-bomb. 

I remained oblivious 
of the uncorrupted dawn, 
rising from the ruins of fallen saints. 

I am standing on the 
grey rock, where black and 
white meet. Time becomes a moment.