Facedown

Passionless and drifting

To a cyclone’s pull,

With eyes turned inward

Their ghostly lights searching

–

For the nagging screams

Of a once crowded past,

Through its now vacant heart

As its pulse ebbs free

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Fallen on the riverbed

Porous and heavy,

Still lost in the grey days

Beckoning a light

 –

The luminous rays

Trace over the caverns

As the river rushes in,

Piercing cold and violent