Dead Sleep

Limblessly numb nothing nimble
death reaps shell of empty soul.
Blackest black sightless matter
excised lights cord journeyman.
Speck oceans void waves time
aloft humanity runs along empty.
Concepts in basic desperation
of mind cannon ball backwards.
Reaching, nebulous hand of Gods
Death paid you a visit, in absentia.

by James McLain

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