a malaise of insouciance
lays over my being
solemn as spinning
prayer wheels
in a brightly painted
candlelit cave
on the side
of a snowy mountain
unseen by man in centuries

the loa, the spirits
demons, angels, monsters
all creep about
the insolent indifference
that shines
in prismatic apathy
across crystal bones
and belabored sighs
of malcontented dreamshit

as the primal forces
congregate upon
the inverted geometry
inlaid into the hollow
shuddering heartspasms
the birds fall
from the sky in flocks
in great piles all over
the salted land of hope