Forebears and imbeciles singing
to each other tragedies of long lost loves
and moody silences, of eternally entombed
stories chinese whispered from one to one. A
harrowing tale here, a rhapsodical deluge there.
Of filibuster intentions and romantic gallantries.
Of retribution riddled with failures.
Words, sentences, emotional redundancies
piling up to the ceiling and breaking
glass. Elegies by Rachmaninoff and Bach
cant mollify them now. The hatred,
the fury crimson irises spinning round.
And burst, a rupture is coming.
i love this.