Darkness Sheds Its Shade

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And darkness sheds its shade —

An immutable décor… of tragedy and ambiance—

Decorates the stairwells dry… in cautionary tales…

Resembling attitudes forlorn

An overzealous laundering—flashing fortnights tourniquet

free—sparkling stimuli—erecting variety from every creative creed…and unto the misanthropy…we gaze into the primal clutch…

the forbearance bred from what’s beneath…

cluttering the stairwells dream…of unattended phobias…

yet ignoring…the cadaver’s misaligning gleam…

It’s in such ambiguity, where forgetfulness casts its hollow net—

displacing the swoons of nonchalance…unto creatures of behavioral supremacy—arresting all the audits there…those that comingle, share…where soon, becomes more than a certainty to come

Of virtue and vigilance, a valor caged amidst a crystalline crypt…mesmerizing…blinding still…as (distortion) befriends the whispered air… where catastrophe drives forth its haunts… those miscreants toting barren shields…a precursor to one’s unbridled sarcophagus….sealed…slamming shut…the entombing rhythms to disrupt…the permitting raindrops, their preferential forgery…staying…etching upon…that which repeals too easily…ceasing timbres encased sleep… beating out the last…harmonious tracts of minutia’s pattering recline…

And darkness shed its shade once more…

To end their fall…

The reflection, in Gemini’s sympathetic mirage

To end their fall…

The albatross, in empty space, white as day, shackled yet disinteresting

Where the draper lays his nightstand for the eve…

And darkness reigns sublime…a superficial aplomb to climb…razor edged in sepia stain…conjuring the scars parade…rekindling the knotted root…ensnarling clasps pinching deep…into those crevices we shouldn’t keep…

And a fragrance of wood…burns…it is of once swift glance of this lost façade…embellishing all inherent charms of shame…brokerage of tapestries…every inch…but a myth…indicative of inhibitive indications….a temple of tragic appeal…

Exposed to a crustaceous arch of mortality…rendering it’s sharp pitch of chord...elongated dins to steel…bearing but a minimum of shrapnel once sent…out into the outer depths of perimeter…amongst the salacious personnel…forced sit tied unto misleading rationale…ne’er permitted the penitence behind

the truthful décor…within

A crimson blush is summoning,

Through interjectional accords…manipulating…manifolds of opiates…devouring the platitudes…into arrangements apropos 

To such delusional discourse

Seemingly, such verbiage, ecclesiastical in tone throughout…yet disjointed through the words of mouth…our secularity…mimetic contrivances…gambols about…a ricochet of omitted hand-scaled seams…that have…always been

Here, there and everywhere

Amongst the howling fay,

beneath the falling sun

our preeminence, here

obtains the thought contained within the

diverted tongue..

And behind the shade-less mesh

The scars, the scars catch… upon the thickets of whispers—no, the whispering cisterns…enticing our fluidity…even though…the dream has been deciphered naught…yet always…paving clear arteries…leas reserved for the emptiness we’ve always known…

And it is here, as well, where darkness sheds its shade,

For rapture secures no pleasure toward…a fate encouraged to permeate in manners scorn…however, one cannot change the motion gathered thus…without the confrontations you’ve interred deep below…

Persistent agonies must cede first its postulates…seek reformations…risk deliberate dishonor…before the shades

may wither away…

And pretend…to have disappeared…

as it is with all things pertaining to flesh…

[temporarily permanent…]

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