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 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