Stones at the door
Rosebud foreshore, Victoria, Australia
Infinite wisdom
or gathered insight
from previous wars
materialize while trying to lead the legion onwards
With a poisonous collective intelligence
conscious reasoning holds the fear inside
‘Is it all real”
Needing a place to hide
from a lost home
you’ve been watching for the fall
never quite there
even though you have walked your made up lies
draining strength from broken anatomy
Hearts kept in glass
broken
Nights pass where you hide within the dark
and stones are placed at the door
No way out
The struggle to make it work within collapsing walls
may take a hundred years or more
Ghosts of past regrets and closet secrets
reappear as the flames rise
keeping guard until the night takes over
Darkness fills the emptiness
until the director calls
Cut