flickering light projected
onto damage into submission
the sun doesn’t shine
the moon
has an ache
an emptiness
the world becomes elusive
sand to sand
eventually dust to dust
innuendo
seeks me
wanting me
existence
of darkest hour
shivers
squeezed through
essence
this time
perished
pass into darkness
relentless
until resurrected
elevated
the tinted sky echoes opaque
listen
to me…