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