hope -fragment
In the gloom, gold gathers the light about it Sunbeaten dead Turf reached off all around me Miles and miles, deadness Beating sun, like some searing echo ringing on my flaking skin- Water falls one drop From nowhere But was too tired, fucked To glance up at its source Felt one small pin of water whip down softly on my skin Morning beams of gold swarm gently into a darkened room Stained walls, ripped wooden boards Fleeting glance of grace Dances thru this hellishpit Feet softly skip and hop along jagged rock Image rings round and round the skull, for again and again Hope dares fly from a smoking mound of ash