Hypnotic, periodic swan songs fly

Beyond the Northern paradigm

To where the sunsets on land no more,

But vast crystalline mass

And infernal enflamed silhouettes

Whose cold as ice shadows

Engorged in death

those it touched.

A silent stasis piquant

With reproach and ire,

The sentient declination

Robust in mute fortitude.

To speak no more.

No more to talk.

The truth as silent as the dead.

Ambling by the lifecycle

Of a lie.

To all the people.

In omission

Or seething denial

blind.

It is a black swan event.

It is nothing but pure deception.

It is enemies at the gate in color.

And truth be the only thing here

Laid to rest.

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Dissension/Truth was written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.