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Footfall trumpets her withdrawal
in the eclipse of the tenebrous dim.
And between the rows of looming trees,
the gaze of eyes from within are dampened;
a companion uninvited,
without tongue but never silenced,
has unmade all she amorously held
with hands and teeth so rapacious.
Branch nor darkness nor depths observed
will deter or vex her ascent,
to heights from where sunlight desired most
will etch grave into earth.
May the ghost sing no longer.
Tempering the bladed guile of her steps
is the force of anxious heartbeats,
meeting the vastness of opened sky.
But only striations of doubt endear her.

There is no horizon, no dawn, no sun.
What stark indifference from the Earth and air find her,
her skin crawling like multitudes of insects.
One repressed now outstretches hands
and whispers once feared things,
once feared but welcomed now,
like pages of rotting poetry.
Would her soul suffice,
she would barter for the peace,
the nights that have grown sleepless
to still and be rid of such horror.
But it has wilted so.
What welcomes greet the approaching void,
its kiss like an answered prayer.
“Is this a surrender? Is this peace?”
She trembles in fragile, lightless air
as no daylight crawls across the land,
but cold cradles the night,
to hold her and embrace
what is yielded in surrender.

May sunlight never shine again.

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from The Blackest Volume (Like All the Earth Was Buried), released February 17, 2017

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