A Controlled Burn
Wholes know the empty space of promise.
Tales told to those not old enough
To add the Adder’s tongue to their
Fool’s kit of badder black holes.
Winking eyes blinding lies
Dark matter’s secret handshake.
Return the false light borrowed…
Power plugged into some
Dark demon’s Mind.
Can you follow an honest spark
In this dark?
Am I mad, or simply
Tired of allowing myself to be half-had.
Shiny baubles soon dull
as the shadows return.
Let’s Burn Bright…and…
Fire this Madhouse clean
Out of sight!
Cheers Lorenzo
Art by Mario Nevado