Only in its living flame can life be seen
Emotions distorted in the weather of time
stretch, bend, fade, loose their sheen
sacrifice turns to crime, butchery sublime
A dirty mirror, cracked and broken
Blind visions reversed, distorted
A revenant from a torn cocoon of words spoken
Years in silk chains leaves hope contorted
Fields of gossamer corrodes and rusts,
fading sticky strands of age,
bound lumps, of victims dusts,
seasons a recipe of rage
Spun cobwebs, drawn by twitches
Cubist paintings as a photograph
The brain\'s trash, riches
Echoes set in stone as an epitaph