I awake from twelve hours of darkness and the thread is tightening daily….
a pattern emerges beyond this vast horizon
I expect to see your face….
in my mirror I am marked by my tears
burning through forever
flickers at its prospect of new life.
Do we shirk its existence or feed it with the deadened trees as they fall in the forest which has seperated us
I hear you coming with your sickle and lithe beating like a drum
your path through the dense growth of our moral decay
my heart is beating to your rhythm
until the moment of synchronicity
one sound by which the whole world turns.