Ode to the Abandoned Places
When the darkness asphyxiates you with its dusty coat
I suppose one could make mistake of unseeing;
sensing the footsteps on the time impaired floor
The light could be ours within that wall
Your naked body is frozen yet; it still feels warmer than cold,
And less familiar than the apocalypse –
Was it ever a place?
or is it for now and always just an emptiness defined;
Defined by lack, in contrast to familiarity
its tears concealed in the ponds of misery,
staircases that taste of rust and midnight
While the wind steals my hair
Once even you were young - said God to the world –
immortality dwells in memories, but youth;
It is a matter of paranoid perspective and distortion,
like your impossible angles in the spiral dimensions of chance
Breathe the night when longing is undeniably music;
be a lonely note in the construction of solitude
Emotionally uncharged and yet blown out of proportion –
It makes you lean erratically against its suffocating spaces,
Plays suicidal hide and seek in the moist fogs of the dawn
Demands to adore its sick genius in ferocious longing for breath
And when you are ripped apart into unity;
there are no more words to convey –
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