silence begets

phantasms of ageless devils

boiling within the cauldron human soul

crying for the nourishment

of regulatory human condition


the hull breaches

spilling treasured harmony

as it sinks beneath blackened sea

sustained from hallowed torture

of invented design


gathered storm clouds

grow fat from fertile fruit

of perceived flaws

as the noose squeezes breath

from withered lungs


hurtling into the cosmos of self-flagellation

drumbeats mark vicious rhythmic regularities

of desire for the touch of tender humanity

bearing only guided retreat into jungled darkness

and cycled repetition


┬ęDaniel Cuthbert 2016


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