Once More

 The shadows are soft with a surreptitious crawl,

as the lull of complacency comes upon beckons call.

Voices blur white hot in crippled and broken harmony

as a promise of spirits are chastised now on an endless sea.

Both time and space now share this elapsed continuum,

whilst shadows in foreplay consume the fallen seraphim.

Luster is lacking bright from within by this sorted gay apparel

as the ghost of a hundred thousand millenniums

 sing black songs of surrender from alters of derision and peril.

 Mute, featherless birds cling gangly to the limbs of dying trees,

while purveyors of derision and malcontent moan from bended knee.

For the quick coming of nothing is sorely at hand

as the byway of yesterday draws to a close in the hot desert sand.

Mirages bend wicked now unto this mortal eye

and causeways of damnation empty out of a meaningless sky.

Children of hope scurry about in search of their endless sun,

yet the shadows of tomorrow overtake their spirit

and they return to the dust

wherewith the to earth they once more become one.

For all is temporal in this fast moving sea,

with life and death as swift as the desire to be free.

J. Allen Wilson © 2006

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