mute dawn

the mute dawn
spitefully
shines down
over dissipating
apparitions
of lost loves
hazy recollections
sorrowful spirits
still seeking
to haunt
the broken down
temple of cardiac
disenchantment.

nothing more
than a desultory
approximation
hollowed.hallowed
a composite primary
lesson in decreation
of art in the midst
of subtle
self desecration.

deafened under
the mute dawn
buried beneath
an avalanche
yet perfectly okay
with letting it
settle mercilessly
a funeral shroud
of broken dream
cast by
an indifferent light
filtered through
accumulated cumulus
the shadow of flame
on the barren
salted earth
of happily
nevermore.

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