IV

B29559d4a577ce9da5357fb9f03a53abby Andrew Breen23 Sep 2017

Muted
phonemes
hang
in angles
of repose
yet, are able
to
transmute
their current
state
to
become something
different
in the Oculus of sentient
beings
made
blind
by
gilded,
glass
landscapes;
those
that behold
that which
is not there
and,
cling, listlessly, to
the false
hope
instilled by
magick
and
ancient
cabalistic
incantations.