Bodies in motion,
we fall like stars,
can't see the bottom
of this.

No eyes or fingers,
cold smile.
Darkness finds the ember.

Children of the blind
must walk with
hands outstretched,
seeking what awaits.

Fountains of wine and innocence
falling,
inside a dream.
Falling, we drift as clouds
into empty light.

Our spiral world
closes in on us,
a silence in the center,
devours,
a promise to fade.

Why do the hungry
dance upon the crumbling land,
and yet they too must face
the vanishing, the path of centuries,
as it devours their lust for life?

A ghost haunts the memories
left behind,
Of the wild ones,
and the shattered halls of kings.
Even as many prayers
beseech the inevitable,
at the passing dusk.