Run…
As fast as you can
Red shades of dismal
Flowing fear
Melt to the glass of sand
Hide…
In the hollow hidden dry
Drink down the spell
Of earth and hell
Indifferent to the sky
Lie…
Forever un-seamed
Face down amidst
The death of sound
Black holes of melody
Sleep…
To the blood of setting sun
From spiral dreams
Look down at what
One cell has now become
…Jeff Bresee