the entrails of tomorrow

black hounds bay
with foam flecked maws
at the silvery orb
in the mist filled
onyx canopy

iridescent amethyst
pulsates
across a spectrum
of indecent mirage
to irradiate
the sullen sorrow
of contentious wonder

hark hark
the lark doth trill
a song
of hopeless heartache

the stars blink
in mad horror
as the darkness
becomes a totalitarian state
of idiom
given respite

when the light
of desperation
fails to pierce
the veil of ridicule
the seamless
becomes
surreal

ravens circle
ebony upon ebony
feasting on the entrails
of tomorrow

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