I watched forever crashing
In the limbs of fallen trees
And heard the desperation of the weary wind
Where time was set to gnashing
Leaving only old debris
And under what was lying dead, the living pinned

Those moments of requital
Planting wreckage in the boughs
Beneath the memory of what was never wrought
That sang as a recital
Like a kiss upon the brow
Of someone sleeping in the dream the rest forgot

I watched tomorrow shiver
Like a vagrant in a coat
Its fingers wrapped around a dagger of a spine
Erosion via sliver
Like a hand upon the throat
Of resurrection, choking flowers in the vine

A vision growing crowded
As if static on the screen
With a cacophony in turbulent descent
And growing til it shouted
Through the fabric of a dream
That would devour any virtuous intent

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