While the Gods wait

I unravel into a revolt

to feed the empty black sky

with a breath so cold,

so sweet, so daring,

the effigies recline to

their everlasting hiding.

 

I feed the empty black sky.

Hither breath so cold,

so sweet. So daring

that effigies reclined too.

They’re everlasting hiding

all the untrickled words.

 

Hey there breath so cold,

so sweet, so daring,

so effigies recline. ‘Till

they ever last, hidden

in all the untrickled words,

fadeless, static and vast.

 

So sweet, so daring,

so… Effigies reclined to

their everlasting hiding-

places in untrickled words.

Fadeless and static. Vast

and fearless. Monsters really.

 

So as effigies recline to

their everlasting hiding

of all untrickled words,

faithless, static yet vast

their fear. Less monsters, really

solid apathy. The long wait.

 

Their everlasting hiding

of all untrickled words

so faithless. Static and vast

these fearless monsters, really

sought apathy. The long wait

unravels into a revolt.

 

(c) Casteleijn MG 2017

 


Awesome picture by Guy Fawkes

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