Holes

Whipped to

Latent

Eyes

Shuffling

In

Feathered holes.

 

Crossed beyond

The point

Of

Whispering

Clocks

Taking the

Place of

Nights gone

Placid.

 

Absence

A face I

Can’t

Delve into,

Record needle

Taken off.

 

Fallen night,

Wound up in

Mirrors,

Smoky remembrance

Percolating…

 

Promulgated fear,

Sentenced to the

Torrid

Isolation.

 

Formulation of

Persona,

Absence in

Understanding

Of what

Takes an

Eternity

To

Recall…