Flux

Windows cracked
Ghosts filled
Eternal journey
Shades of darkened sky
Pulls bloodshot eyes
Facing the north
Between heaven and earth
Divisible by senseless shadows
The quintessential divinations
The core, a being, veins pulsate
Acoustic timbre, to shades of the empty
Over and over, a wrathful master
A Flux within the maelstrom.

Ian V. Seymour ©2012

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