Submissions by HowlingWhelms (Noire)

Hair spooled on a hand,    
feet, body, and mind    
angled at 60 degrees    
 
on a cliff's edge,    
the breeze, the breeze    
is so skillfully impaired    
 
heart and soul,    
screaming jump, jump
jump ^ this may be your  
last chance to hold
 
and did, but for what    
 
trying to sort it out,    
putting together pieces    
of now    
 
Lost, no not lost,    
everything created in    
these moments will  
follow  .....

intaglio'd and parfumed      
egoless-      
watching auguries      
drape over the      
remains of a charred      
late evening      
     
implacable gravity      
...the hourglass tilts…      
     
bones of the gods      
lay perpendicular on my      
plate;      
sips of bourbony      
oblivionó tea renders      
vulnerable  breaths, the      
lament'd and et al sought      
desires dances within its        
steam      
     
a patchwork’d shaw to      
gauze...