Mourning Beloveth - My Sullen Sulcus


Through a mirror of silver my sullen sulcus portrays some dark anger. 
For the grey lights wrapped their chaotic shape round my tired,hungry eyes. 

Fractaled rancour bleeds through the lifeless mirror within which 
all hope sprawls, dangling from the cool draught of air to amuse us all. 
The black and white frames which flash unerringly, bend 

they bend to an end, touched by scorching sunlight and this self induced madness 
Where I see the world explode into miniscule droplets of unnerving sadness 
But to stop would be to blunt the very stars that shine from behind a threatening stone. 
The yellow beams, touched by starlight, delve the shrieking 
tortured air, to founder in a sea of ether and a planet of fools. 

Idle minutes devour 
Open space, seething nebula 
takes hold and strangles 
dripping torment. Bright and lucid 

Colours meld 
design that seem to dip and swerve 
to fathomless depths, where eyes can drink 
the sights of dreams. 

It is in these moments of ponderous nausea that the scattered 
atoms solidify 

The cruel, silver portrait swallowed by time itself had uttered nothing 
but truth through the separated darkness. 
With morningfall, emptied 
it?s aching particles into the reaches of my furrows.

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