Mirrors

Melee...

where the northern sky

falls in the piquant blazes of the east.

The clouds are meandering along the massif,

to hold a railing silence in the air...

I am standing at a distance

watching the massacre of a masonary,

crippling with the prosaic poses of the dawn

The sight is the same

only a heart has altered the vision

A passion has slept to somber existence

in the bleak valleys

of maiming genesis.

I wonder if I would see you

in these mirrors again

Amidst the separation of day and night

Lying above the ghastly moons

and quelling

beneath the scarce dimension

of coercing suns

in railing silences...

until two wandering shadows

vanish as one.