astral glade
It has been a while since I have seen
the executioner cry with the gun.
A mirror of a tragic encore.
A concerto of tears and magic occurs.
Eyes to weep and bullets to sweep.
Clear the stage!
Disappearing cages still enslave the bird.
I hold your frozen wing in imagination.
When have you...
You have — when?
To own the metal dove and still encage it.
The belly of its own beast.
Storytelling of its own meta masterpiece.
I have sown the reputation of the reaper.
Its repertoire being my metaphor to departure.
Shoes to jump the incoming wave.
It is a new day to come alive.
What a night to sneak out...
Reroute and sprint for the sky.
Heaven is close, heaven is close.
What is heaven to most?
Away from earth to meet up with ghosts?
Ghost stars shine the soul, I suppose...
plain arch
north folio
round wadi
velvet cave
winged rapids