Mar 29

Grains of Midnight

I've hidden from the darkness,
twisting, pulsing,
sifting terrifying grains of 
demonic color,
overlaying something deeper than black.

Glowing dust-shadows,
screaming stairs.
Throbbing sounds,
mental sand paper on my sanity:

Apocolyptic chaos in a handryer.
Screams of fury from the mouth of the vacume.
whuuuureeeeWhruuuureeeeeWHUUUUREEEE!

World falling from it's axis,
a golf ball knocked of it's tee,
plumeting........................
two inches.

Yank out the cord,
cover the ears.
Shut your eyes.
 
Escape.
 

I've embraced the darkness,
twisting, pulsing,
sifting fascinating grains of 
exsquisite color,
overlaying something deeper than black.

Stars, pin point-notes
of an unfathomable concerto.

Hand-melting snow,
a raw passion of thawing life.

Opening the shutters under crystaline eyes,
revealing a benevolent bullet-hole to the heart.

Finding an open door in the mirrors,
a room full of tapestries.

Darkness hides the book.
so I close my eyes.
 
Sing
 

I wish for darkness,
twisting, pulsing,
sifting free grains of 
beautiful color,
overlaying something deeper than black.

Grabbing fistfulls of air,
to feel it disipate through my fingers
charged with chaffing tension.

Running circles of chalky concrete,
fueled by short, thorny breaths.

Starring through the dark at night,
dreams tangled with wishes
amoung blankets and sheets.

Mind wandering reclusive hills,
snapshots to clarify granulated vision.

These dreams trickle upwards to join the stars,
a tapestry of wishes in the dark.