The Choking Of Angels

Night erupts…

The maddening glow

Of a closing minute

Of a final hour

Shines pale

Against the frozen concrete

As the drumbeat starts

And the chanting starts

My last broken link

Forever lost

Forever lost

Salvation,

The calling card

Of a new

Abyss

My breath turning

Inward

Where the heat rises

And the voices expand

With the choking of Angels

And the plucking of wings

New grace into the fire

The blessing of those

Becoming

A curse to his rage

The fire of isolation

Burning sweet

Into my memory

Murderous thoughts

Killing innocent feelings

All orphaned intent

Lost in dark wandering

Time no longer master

Unto itself

  —as night erupts

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

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