THE TRUTH AND THE END
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the truth left us as a ghost
we had never known.
[ the truth left, it had already left, it was never there ]
we survived in stabbing starlight,
stabbing silver, stabbing red night.
[ mouths full of blood, full of knives, full of lies ]
the apocalypse glistened
in a way we had never seen
[ second deadly eve, first destruction by and for humanity ]
and left our ghosts
lost under the silent moon.
[ a quiet hum, the return of the true ]
the last of us witness it:
a universe's evolution.
[ retribution, resolution, revolution ]
nothing watches.
darkness breaks.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Ghosts Lost & Winter Found
Poesiawhen you steal all that's evil and bury it underground: these are our ghosts lost and this is our winter found. collected poems from 2017 [ © 2017 by shaye ]