Posted: February 27, 2016 in Melancholia


In a world,hottest by winter
And coldest by summer

The pupa begets the caterpillar
In the home of the antipode Lepidoptera

The innocent are imprisoned by guilt
In towering tombs transgressions built

The gazelle creeps as the snail sprints
In a manic dystopia of instincts

The man devolves the horror
As the boy departs for war

The child shall die for the man
The man, a baying orphan

The young are clothed in the ashes of the old
By fiery smoke,sterile and cold.


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