this world will still
gouache on photo
The light is gone has rippled dark
wide open now it radiates
hidden riddles guide our way
Decayed in blood our cells depart
with flames turned brown by endless wait
for whispered sleep by phantom’s shade
The flood forgets to fill the ark
all sense of form evaporates
perspective bends begins to fade
And if we drown combine dissolve
this world will still ferment revolve