in the silver a face so alien
distorted shape of primal horror
casket for a crippled mind
somewhere in the ghostly distance
colors have faded from grey to red
former black glows dull and blue
little life at all to find here
bare existence, harsh and futile
and persistent dreams of home
whenever darkness settles softly
night betrays the edge of vastness
a glimpse beyond my shrunken world
sometimes not the wailing wind
just my thoughts howl in the clouds
across a cold and yearning sky
and rarely silence - bastion, solace -
pervades time to touch horizons
memories and phantom pain
(2014)
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