snakes

cables crawl and burst blue flames

the roots sliding under the ground

announce Samhain forces arriving

and all the light

of the full moon is bound

around the edges

of the endless winding

deep mottled shadow

sharpens in the beaming

old graveyard trees form

peculiar leanings

the grinning rictus on the faces

in the earthen depths watching

through hollows

it's only the black and the blueness

the lack of the newness

the stopping of flesh

and the rush of the leaving

the ice does it's melting

the beetles do their eating

and what forces come through

are part of rot bleeding

never doesn't exist by definition

this biodegrade

and far fetched fading

is nothing relating

to the endless skies

and unstoppable time nonexistent

a fabrication of perception

the cellophane ripping

off that dollar store candy

the one that sent you days for crazy

dusted by angels

what you don't remember

but I won't forget ever