SEPAULCHRE


Searching for Machen in mouth of memories,
 
Near to home lost in nightly inhale,
 
Paradise of mazes subtle in design,
 
Past the pale the imposters and the unspeakable,
 
Stars in the shadows glittering on ground,
 
Standing at shuddering house unlike the rest,
 
He speaks in silence speaks of secret,
 
What is below in the attic I cannot know,

Pockets of emptiness swell in titan flames,
 
Pogrom of intelligence leaps forward,
 
Dreams of a dark world,

I dare not look up.
 

 

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