I was asked to post something, so post I shall;



we crouched in
our spotlights
like children,
afraid of
shadows




so, blinded by
accusations &
apathy, we bore
witness to the
beginning of your
apocalypse




with hollow steps
to break the silence -
trembling prayers meant




nothing







you were the all,
the never-ending pulse.
but arrhythmia has struck
& your spanish dancers
can no longer keep step