Mikolash

Mikolash

“Eyes – Beautiful eyes!
the kind that tells you everything is going to be alright,
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The bells echo over the moon lacquered city,
a painted dirge drawing all hope in off the streets,
to warm hearths who’s flames will seem alien,
contrasted against the fires that will soon descend,
Eyes – Beautiful eyes!

Reveal to me the cool embers of the city beneath,
so that I may stoke them to life, wrestle the world to ash,
conquer the external, crawling with curated comforts,
that feed on us through open wounds numb with lies,
the kind that tells you everything is going to be alright.

In shadows of the body’s hollow whispers dread,
those lovely eyes unseen turn in on themselves,
searching for the twisted threads of realms apart,
amid arcane symbols, a chilled heart, a mystery unfurls,
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dancing like phantoms in secreted winds where sanity averts,
lapping at the sips of moonlight the cloudy night permits,
beating a primal drum through passions of nighttime things,
luring an ambitious torch from that eerie abyss within,
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Eyes

Where the universe ends
  a galaxy falls like water
    plunging into darkness
The stellar fabric vitalized
   by caramel colors
      reaching into the bold expanse

Stars, bound forever to the churning
sail beyond that violent precipice
to find purpose in their destination

As the edge approaches
   they ponder being lost
tumbling forever in the void
  the eerie comfort of that ending
    while I, dream of joining them.