Untitled life

And, on the pre dawn rumble time of losing
Tracks and dust heartbeats wrapped in shrouds
Unfound too proud, alone, with wise masters of design  
Deny life insight like a wall, stoned and wet with dry eyes
Threatening powders, makeup pastels and many, many laces drawn together tightly till faces close  
Whistling simple tones to slash solar rays  
unbenign, giving flowers unfurling to unborn ants arrayed in crooked tables and concrete mulch
 The clicking of black stallions until hissing smoke sours in exhalation  
This land of broken shoulders swarm p-bodies thirsty longing with huge, silent mouths
Blood + blood = blood coats the sunset sands that cruel gods lick with rough sawn tongues  
what was begun shall drown all in sorrow tales of ending