And here come the fifth horseman.
Its name is dementia .
In the great night of the unconscious ,
straddling the scream .
It has no form .It's only what we think it is .
It's memory is that of oblivion .
The naked intimacy of the burnt-out house
and the imolated spouse on the stake .
Prince of poets playing the symphony of void
while the crematoria make love with the clouds..
It's people are architects in spidery cassocks
and ingineers in soap bubbles .
Its name is compassion and absolution.
It listens to the white walls and long corridors
where blind shadows run ,
prisoners of some runic scriptures...
Master of all dimensions of silence ,
tracing the furrow of bipolar borders .
and the fury of times ...
it's hand of wonder caressing the spirit's wound .
Number is its name
that gives birth to the multiple legions.
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A grim picture of the disease and in metaphor it rides its horse over the brains of those that are in the way. Well done with great symbolism
In fact it was the fifth horseman ! I changed the title !
Excellent write
Thanks Tony !
You're welcome
The "fifth horseman" - an entity beyond form, yet deeply felt - moves through this piece like a spectral force, unmaking reality with quiet inevitability.
The horseman of our time !
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