Hieroglyph 16

Hieroglyph 16

We dream yet of peace
And it is the implacable folly of our time that in dreams we will perish
There is intention in the darkness
The brooding spine arches over the water and breathes death
The armies of the aeon pierce the fragile flesh of the earth
We come together
Shadows communing with shadows
While below the horizon rises silently the dispelling light of death's misshapen sun.

I would flee from this place
I would find wilderness in the tilled soil and passion in the lucid serenity of the mind
But there is a madness here that despises life and rejects salvation
And in this madness we are fated to dissolve.

I will speak while I can
And to all listening will I devote the remaining hours
But the understanding here is flawed
And truth takes refuge in its own obscurity.

The abyss fills with dark waters.

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© John A. Youril