fractured space

visionless dark,
empty rooms
leaning lost and broken
deserted at high noon
listless and unspoken

thirst for nothing
in the side
starving quest of motion
mental conform
will not abide
any kind of notion

[frac tured] s p a c e
beyond the break
writhing without will
nothing
left
to open
asleep
and walking still

sifting solace, searing time
black [inside] the beacon
follow
something
drifting
low
a sordid distant season

white and grey and gathering
deception
will not wait
drunk on less than
gravity
no guardian at
the gate