flitter

In the dialectic purr of our language

Obsessive in a detached way

As a permissive control

the intersections of conflicted energy-

break them, in the steel of our steps

let them hear the ruthlessness of our language

taste the sand

feel the suffering

endure the hatred

as it is a privileged hell

for which we are borne

petals of discontent

desiccating under pressure

peeling from us like celebrations past

hearing in some harsh bassline

the end of our civilization

Broken to incompetence

a natural order emerges

in the shadows of the titans

that once seemed so real

I sense the shadows within

have rendered this moment

as marrow from the freshly slain

this reigning catharsis

As the moon rises between rocks

Turning us to perfected forms

Casting a welcomed silhouette

Upon the hazy mirage of unspoken futures