words to the seeker

Your heart yawning wide open
in an agonised scream.
Deep writhing madness
crawling and coiling in your eyes.
Your mind is a desecrated temple,
built to long forgotten gods.
The only worshippers there now
are insubstantial grey ghosts,
slow movements playing out
their sad echoed lives,
frame by silent frame.
Pale, nostalgic dreams.
Monochrome whispers of secrets.
Lessons learned so well
they have lost their lustre
and lie rusting into non existence.
A curl of dying heat rises from you.
The last whisp of smoke
from an untended fire
that, spiralling, frees itself
to become formless nothing,
taken by the slightest breeze,
just another fading memory.
Is this your enlightenment?



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