Stones at the door

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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