12-27-2015, 11:47 PM
4th Edit (!)
Across the bridge
forms blend; eyes hazed, numbed
minds, in circles they saunter.
Back upon themselves
glide shadows,
silhouettes dancing on
bleak cobbled stone.
Out of the club they
spilled, raucously giggling
-Taxi! they cried.
Eyes frosted bright on
hanging feet-fixated heads.
-Oh, what wonderful brogues!
Naturally darling, oxblood’s very ‘in’ this Winter.
-How utterly splendid.
Indeed.
Adamantine chains bind;
stark and stripped, myriads lie,
shapes crawl towards
nothing to darkness reach;
on all fours they
loiter with passive nonchalance.
Content are they, for the
mind can conjure a
Heaven of Hell- and
what light have they known?
Decisions loom,
futures hover with
impending regret.
What choices shall be made-
today and tomorrow,
as eternity beckons?
To revel in glorious apathy-
shall we watch a little Netflix
- or is a joint enough?
Cast away shackles, He beseeches,
see light in rare lucidity for
ethereal beauty so staggering.
Painful? Yes. But stunning,
nevertheless.
They awaken
in ones and twos
from blissful slumber,
standing before darkness
visible to embrace that last
inch of greatness and
horror
too long held captive-
Shocked, they flinch from
light so blinding as
flesh is singed by unruly flame; the
Beast appears as man
himself chastises,
cowering in mental confines to
the ranks of the
hoi polloi, in their
intoxicating naïvety and
compelling simplicity.
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The masses, He
Vociferates, laugh and jest,
Drink and be merry,
Breathtakingly ignorant,
Achingly blissful.
Across the bridge forms
Blend, eyes hazed, minds
Numbed, in circles they
Saunter, back upon themselves,
Glide the shadows, as
Silhouettes dance on
Bleak cobbled stone.
Adamantine chains bind;
Stark and stripped, myriads lie,
As prowls the Beast, all
Light extinguished,
Herding its prey.
Out of the club they
Spilt, raucously
Giggling- Taxi! they,
Cried, eyes dimly bright on
Hanging feet-fixated heads-
Oh- What wonderful brogues!
Naturally, oxblood is very ‘in’ this Winter.
How utterly splendid.
Indeed.
But… Gucci favour burgundy.
For how long now?
Better part of a month.
How mortified I am; there- a pair have been ordered.
How utterly splendid.
Indeed.
Shapes crawl towards nothing,
To darkness reach;
On fours they
Loiter with passive disregard.
Content are they, for the
Mind can conjure a
Heaven of Hell- and
What light have they known?
Decisions loom,
Futures hover with
Impending regret.
What choices shall be made-
Today and tomorrow,
as eternity beckons?
To revel in glorious apathy-
shall I watch a little Netflix
- or is a joint enough?
Cast away shackles, He beseeches,
See light, in rare lucidity, for
ethereal beauty so staggering.
Painful? Yes. But stunning,
Nevertheless.
They awaken,
In ones and twos,
From blissful slumber,
Standing, before the darkness
Visible, to embrace that last
Inch of greatness, and
Horror,
Too long held captive-
Shocked they flinch from
Light so blinding, as
Flesh is singed by unruly flame; the
Beast appears, as man
Himself chastises,
Cowering to mental confines,
And the ranks of the
Hoi polloi, in their
Intoxicating naïvety, and
Compelling simplicity.