lost track

Lost Track

the moon is filled with blood tonight.
it drifts up through the mist:
past creatures starving in the blight
who barely still exist.

there’s agony and entropy,
but neither hut nor shack —
there’s only just to travel on
along this long, lost track.

the dwimmer-vale is silent now,
just voices in my head:
there’s no room for the living here
among the floating dead

the moon is filled with rage tonight
for those who won’t turn back —
but all life is a road to death
for those who have
lost track

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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