Seek not the night, it will not find you.
Leave your skin on the shores of day,
For night will not walk away.
Seeping into blackness;
screeds of dead stars;
fragments: degradation’s sacrifice –
pain and silence, – a vita negativa
an excess in squalor and torpor
leading to nocturnes and lamentations, knives and daggers;
before the shadows fall,
breath of time;
a slow immersion, decay and absorption:
effacement of the human…
quietly sifting databanks of nothingness,
slipping into forgetfulness
until the sun blanks out
– 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.