Darkness.
A triptych burst open by sunlight
framing wavy flames of lumination.
Anonymous shapes
anthropomorphic animalistic
crumbling ever so slowly
I could not find their facades
could not portray a face.
An arch of flesh
naked skin bent backwards
extending curve of motion falls.
"Aimer…Aimer..."
how obtrusive how adequate
Away, away
from light
from chaos
from the darkness.
Gone.
--
We are the artists of the time,
we dream in sculpture, dream in rhyme.
For you we bring our world alive,
so something will survive.
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