quinta-feira, 20 de novembro de 2014


filled with void
the black dream

unsuspended between the rift and beyond
walking, the man slowly turns to ache

and giants restrain all
but the perpetual movement

followed by weeping gestures
the paintings that surround us
slowly crumble to be set alive
pictures of what we are are painted

forever dead
until the perpetual movement
aches away even the paint
like it ached away all of the pain.