The Infinite Parody: Poetry

Secrets hidden by determined gray skies,
Blazing forth in halls 
of passion whose fires ebb

Her past is still the past,
vestiges born in hallowed halls 
where children’s footsteps never dwelt

Falling flat like minute stones
Dashed along in the river 
without direction

She is held thus 
in the chains of underworld,
suspended in solitary immersion

Caught in the infinite parody,
Shaken by abstract muse,
spying humor at mortality’s end,
where shivers of ice
trample down in a stampede
towards dark horizons
only Death can claim.

Blog Archive