The Smile of the Unvanquished

wheels grind to a halt, seasons are in disarray, bodies shed skin and hair - chaos rages in the heart, as the ghost of the past eats its way in to plummet the soul into burning nighmares anchored in the false notion of its insignificance - but cowardice and compliance, slick parasites with a thousand goose stepping feet, have no hold on you, as you walk talk through undergrowth and creepers of these parced, sickening days - you push forward, primordial commandment ingrained in the matrix of your presence, ordained to reach out beyond the taints, the necrotic banner of futility and the hollow promises of verbal bacchanales - to reach out beyond the moon and the stars, where no definition holds sway nor bounds keep you down.

And night turns to day, day smothered in the fiery brass and billowed narcose of dusk, while night, starlit, clefted by the horn of the moon, suddenly smiles like a naieve child in glittering ecstasy, as nirvana struck its blue majesty's stem. Truly, now mauled by hound and wolf, the day as it was, slain, grows cold and fades to grey. Dumped into oblivion.

crumbling lichen, the sullen paleness of concrete, the impaled sea bursting into anemic spumes, while the galeblown cliffs of the wilted land stand their sepuchre of defiant contempt. nothing is strange to him, his path is marked with smiles of waxing mercy. about the windless night gads a surpressed scream, high in acidity this dysphoric brew, distilled in the primeval undergrowth of prideful avatars, where crouching spiders lurk with drooling fangs for shallow-boned preys. a procession of snapshots, frocked in corinthian-styled finery, withers behind the next episode of corrosive reverie; across the sweltering void monologues stifle in a ubiquitous gut-wrenching groan... oh, veteran shorn of brood and a heirloom, stand eye to eye to the cataract of glaring woes and rejoice: unbutton the illegible parchment of your masquerade, seek up the wuthering thermals of your unquenchable thirst, and rise!