Autumn Rhythm
heart
racing-
exoskeleton
of a long lost beat,
like
abstract sprites violently
suspended—shadows,
emotion
dripping off
the
phosphorescent wall.
pizzicato
pulse-
we
are the radiant chaotic
balance,
spasmodic children of Eros
and
Eris—unraveling nebulous threads
in
meter with the unrestrained
autumn
rhythm.
lascivious
melody-
draped
in ethereal silk
Titania
growls, restless,
while
her children devour one another-
sharp
black blood and flecks
of
the soul brutally cast off.
tumultuous
silence-
you
turn to find us, bottled breath,
anxious
under your frigid stare-
but
you’re blinded by logic and do not hear
the
exoskeleton of a long lost beat
over
the racing of your own heart.
you
leave us in pagan darkness
and
so we begin our dance once again.
