Darkness is food
the entrails – decayed
decongestion weak
only abnormality within the norm
you will live through this year
a perished afterglow of sundown
you are fenced off by a wall of rain
flushing out emotion
shadows breathe fire
tongues of metaphors
expose verbosity
an immaculate image emerges
of the returns from journeys
between worlds
you will live through the next one as well
though clocks are ruthless
yours went backwards
the last ray
sharp like a lancet
will cut you off from cruelty
now just the winter heat
and broken will be the shackles of ice
down the stream of the thaw you will sail away