(Air like water, water like stone, birds elope with the sun.)
A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears
Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal tears
Welcoming webs of gasping despair
Nival anaphora textures the air
Anamnesis waltzes through
Windows shut tight, and the fires are fueled
Reminding naiveté of its magnitude's inferiority
Skyward stretching arms become thin and weak
Bony fingers comb the clouds
Then curl into fists, admitting defeat
Blood concedes to gravity's pull,
Leaving hollow skeletons all erect
Perforating the skyline – an impenetrable cage
Like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age
Escapist flights and lengthy nights
as some succumb to slumber awakes...
Faces count minutes 'till noon
Solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight
Grey memories for now
A thousand families down will fall
Nival tears bury them all
Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun
A barren desert soaked in bleach
A sickly pallor and opal touch
Hallucinating, shattered gla**
Falls as if the atmosphere cracked
And we are invaded by emptiness blank
The brain keeps the body company
The continent is a newborn trying to breathe
Accepting his fate, and falling asleep,
The child is woman, resting in peace
(Accepting the sleep as a blackness
forcing its way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs
and heavy are the clouds that reach so deep
and smother the land in a heavy shroud
eyes press closed and words are now visible)
The sky is an eggshell waiting to hatch
The ground is the air, the wind, the trees,
The Earth, the water, the fire...
Sculptors working the clay, carving angels
and gargoyles and columns
As pixies dance to appease the leaves
Faces that once turned to catch the light
Frown and turn desperately down towards darkness
Float to the stiff, grey earth
Faces count minutes 'till noon
Solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight
Grey memories for now
A thousand families down will fall
Nival tears bury them all
Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun