The canvas is bright with lights
there lies the future – burning
the dark sutured around it like a wound
slowly cauterized

Violence
strikes in the night
expressed as darkness in geometry
the light extinguished
               in triangles
                              squares
                                             rectangles.

The world disappears
panic is hidden amongst the shadows
the future is mourned

The past ignites in old fires
rising high into the clouds
the corpse pyres of dying dreams
wake something primal.

Dancing flames tell stories
our eyes would not otherwise hear
hearts are warmed while minds break
the end is bright.