12.11.17



Sovereignty lost. The imposition of Imperial Rule.
Our thoughts/and the thrust/ of our desire
is no longer our own. Only The Observer remains/
The Vantage Point. And he/in horror/seeks
to pluck out his own eyes.

Gods gone and the loss immeasurable.
So much of what we assumed was ours alone/
belonged, in fact, to them/and they have abandoned us/
and taken it all away. The very bone is cold/frozen
the marrow/and working outwards. The interior ice
which numbs the bloody heart. To be

so in hock/to capricious grace/so beholden
and dependent/on their favours/that even
the Soul itself it seems/is but a visitor/and
can leave/will we still live.

And what then squats in the ruins
Of this once great city? Among the
broken pillars of marble?
In the pleasure gardens overgrown?
Within the cobwebbed halls?

Sin reaps its own reward.

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