Dimensions Suspended

let us
wrap this timeless
obsidian

in the crux
of a defiant embrace

fires of faceless
desperation

a deathless fear
deftly
giving chase

to gaze upon these
dimly scattered spectacles

hung marooned
ruins moored to a distant past

piercing
with each stilted second

the stoics standing
in between two endings

as our thoughts
entwine the skies as arabesque

the vice
that was your touch
yet wrests me

though hollow shells
suffice not
of its loss

when gods prove once again
their state of madness

the heavens will descend
into our grasp

eternity shall turn to find itself
in dimensions suspended

Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

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