The Light is On

Seafaring

Suddenly the wind stops, sails fall empty against the mast and over worlds unknown we drift...

Blind in a room becoming cold, inches away from inferno...

The rains have always fallen here...

Over concrete floodplains rivers flow, nameless footsteps splashing along...

Separated from all but itself, a mind lashes out against the void...

The waters were divided from the waters...

The worst of it came with the silence...

Already the monuments return to dust, now crypts whose halls play host to legion...

In among the simulacra, tangled with light and the threads of simple lies...

There was a long fall...

Again the lights strung branch to branch blur together over us racing here below...

Lights are on in a basement that should be empty...

This is paradise inside gnashing fangs...

After the sun falls into the sea it lingers in our skin...

High atop the wall between home and the wilds, sentries stand watching chaos...