Hieroglyph 19

Hieroglyph 19

A mist has settled upon our lives
And in the silent distance the fires of eternity prey upon the land.
It is restive here
And the sullen day yields in its time to an opaque night
The stars wavering from their course
Felt but unseen
A general disturbance of the times summed up in a sick instinct and left to perish on the sand
A disquiet left motionless in the dark flux of time
A thought that devours itself
And rises immortal from its own extinguished flame.

The windows look out over the world
And from their fragile perspective is the purpose of all things seen
But the west is covered by dense clouds
And a dark wind is stirring up the leaves.

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© John A. Youril