Walls

Frozen moon-shadows. Even the stars are
Stone. The gargoyle wind hangs stiff. Out there cars
Slumber, tossing metal dreams at the tightening
Street. Knives in the limbo of their drawer preach lightning
And humbled, hide. A grey vase grips peonies in a fist
Of calm, their heads lolling on lamplight. Entropy is grist
Or silt, depending on the dark that hangs inside
But this, the stopped jar, the ice between fingers. Dried
Drafts, a lick played out of tune; not quite clean
Soul rashes from the robes of in-between



Credits
Writer(s): Beck David Hansen, Brian Joseph Burton, Paul Antonin Gilbert Guiot, Paul Justin Francois Piot
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