| ex_memoria | ||
| Soma |
Skyscraping, the bones of the city crack like broken ribs against the blue; I carved your epitaph on those remains but my rusted eyes wept :: not for you. Everyone went ahead to Portland, but no signs survived to point the way because crashing stars erased all of them. We had to pretend it was okay while even the sky ended in red, supporting a sun defeated and dead. That sun was nailed to the heavens on high. It was pinned :: like a moth to the wall. It was crucified on the cracked sky – so that it can’t Rise but it won’t Fall. There is nothing left alive in this place; dust rises like a banner unfurled, corroding words on the rim of the sky: obscure signs :: of the edge of the world. |
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