echo, echo, echo,
a word that returns, a word that dies,
a word that insists effortlessly,
a word that repeats itself like a sob.
game, game, game,
fire, fire, fire,
a slow, almost morbid circle,
a circle that doesn’t close,
a circle that consumes.
there is a deep sob,
a sob that doesn’t end,
a sob that drags on
like a shadow on the table,
like ash on the body.
consumption, consumption, consumption,
the mouth chews the emptiness,
the eyes chew the darkness,
the hands chew the dust.
slow, slow, slow, time doesn’t pass,
time doesn’t run,
time dissolves into a pool of silence.
morbid, morbid, morbid.
The heart is a broken drum,
the lung is a spent breath,
the skin is a veil of wax.
fire, fire, fire,
but the fire does not warm,
the fire does not illuminate,
the fire only consumes,
only consumes,
only consumes.
echo, echo, echo,
a word that returns,
a word that dies,
a word that insists effortlessly,
a word that repeats itself like a sob.
I wish I could put this on a reading list…
Imagine:
A Reading List of Absences/entries that don’t exist yet, but whose titles alone provoke desire.
Brilliantly penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! From Willow and I, she really doesn’t have a reading list that works. You’re such a wordsmith my friend, I’m always blown away when I read your work. Thanks for sharing my brother. Chef’s Kiss!! Appreciate you.
Damian
Imagine:
A Glitch Syllabus, where errors, lapses and paradoxes are the required readings, annotated with your own mythic glyphs.