Whatever bliss came with dawn
stumbled in the sour light of day;
acid burns endure where softer
feelings took refuge an age ago,
now emptiness pervades space
like a caged animal unleashed –
nothing endures its primal fear,
reason flees that insane beast
Try listening, hear sounds other
than Gnostic sentence of death –
voices out of the wilderness you
were lost in did not deceive ‘tho
you might have misheard whom
you thought had screamed
© 23 May 2012, I. D. Carswell
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