Oblivion

Can the sun repair the damage in the sky,
the silences between your smile and mine;
the focus of our desperate thoughts, shattered
in the twilight of this fading world of dust

now frozen and forgotten in a night of rage?
  We’ve danced and danced these fatal strategies
of the southern hemisphere that is our life;
we can no longer turn back nor forward now,
isolated in this slice of banishment from time
we wander among our lonely tribes,
dispatched to air and wind circling
the black circus of those cruel stars;
the underbelly of their light-squandered truth –
their inhuman interludes of painful joys,
where captured here among the lauded tears
our deathly songs obliterate their fragile fugues:

falling
        falling

    falling

there is no return for us to the distant choirs of oblivion
where the habitation of light
…….breaks

  – Steven Craig Hickman ©2015 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited. 

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