Watching The Wheels

Friday, January 17, 2014

The Stone Indoors Book, #4: At Large

At Large


A liturgy of errors,

Spewed forth from the mouths of icons,

And those not heard from

Among the usual suspects.


For it is the master of the air

That clings to our brains

With a voice somehow angelic,

Nudging us toward oblivion.


Available to us through nightly howls,

Like a wind that screams among skyscrapers,

Forever taunting us with reason

That is yet unreasonable.


A purveyor of lies

This master of the powers of the air,

A murderer from the beginning,

Yet somehow at large.




Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham

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