varo 2

The Abyss of Voices

The Abyss of Voices

 

Tonight

I sense only

the abyss of voices

 

their meaningless words

like cannonballs

striking my shadow

 

rendering me

without my own reflection

 

these choirs

of daggered callings

 

piercing me

through to my marooned spirit

 

upon this desolate island

of reminiscence

 

where I have dreamt

of the radiant palace

 

in that city brighter

than an ocean of gas lights

 

invisible, yet near

 

where stone pillars of industry

are now reborn

and consumed by tapestries

of vines and forgotten

 

where ancient urns

speak of lost creations

in their noble form

 

trumpets heralding the darkness

sound in the ether

 

symmetrical dreams

of vast nautical mirage

 

thrones dreamt of

and ascended on the tide

 

a colossus of illusion

 

the nights dark threads

filling the theaters of shells

 

moonless hour

when crystalline stars

proclaim their luminescence

 

I behold

the aurora ablaze

and listen

 

straining to hear

the plateau of silence

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