When The Pendulum Tolls

The pendulum cries
a moment burst of flames
to carry out
my own disgrace.

Then a moment burst out of
thunderstorms
rainclouds of deceit
flood of anguish
downstream,
return to the ocean
deep splendor.

The pendulum rises
torrid stone shots
death to the unknown
then it falls again
the other side
and from earth gone cries,
the weary eyes
come down descend
and uphold
and uproar.

As the pendulum never stops
so is the outskirts
of what’s hidden inside
and I cry
laugh at the void
emptiness of which no point
return to the inner maze
no outsiders
no soul
no space.

by Velvet Astraea Dido

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