Ruins before ruins before my eyes
09/08 2020
Ruins before ruins before my eyes
The memories play before me
It grieves me before its death
The sun shines slowly
In its watery reflection
As the codes by the mount crumble
The woman in the green scented suit
Screams unanswered, fears nonetheless heard
The powerful love hangs by the old book
As the band with cracked violins
Play the rhythm of nihilistic woes
Hanging over the line
On the midnight moon
Facing it alone...
No explanation needs to be said
As the horsemen gathered their heads
Uniformly selected --
Like the the lover on his pedestal
Preaching lovingly to the bird
With red streaks over its gentle wings