irrelevance for all the trying
to stay within and not slip
between tall men and mists
outside the pales posted
at the edge of town
même ainsi,
pour l'étranger:
l'enfer, c'est les autres
watchmen fall silent
as shadowhands by
the light of the moon
reveal the monster within
i have still not learned to
unexpect all the things
even the moon might
choose to hide shy
behind her pale veil
at least some of the times
impenetrable clouds
mar my view
i turn eyes from
skies to soil
to readjust anew
my slow break echoes
through and through
an empty world
timber splintered decay
how long the weary
before even weary
must fall down?
pale songs cut
our rebel selves
invisible i
and they
could care less
that my skies
have gone out
laying there
atop those
hollow hills
all night
the myths we make
of ourselves, those
pretty things untrue
a longing for silence
in this sodden head
to rest, buried deep
& loam embraced
drifting through
i wraith empty halls
where you cannot
see me even if
i tried
outside, a mournful owl
rages at the moon
his love lost
to this endless sea
my hands carry scenes
from a different winter
stiff with memories
yet to come
blood crust blades the snow
windswept carved the land
why only the never?
antlers stand silent of stone
