Silent Passage
Grizzled
derelict staggers
Down
Paroxysms of laughter
bubbling
From his rotund belly
November wind whistling in
the treetops
Each step a solitary moment
Etched in the crimson
blood-light
Of a dying sun
Icy
breeze seeps through fortress layers of wool
Gloveless fingers petrifying
into wooden stiffness
Numbness spreading from toes
like a creeping fog
Teeth chattering like
woodpecker
Stars
emerging from the Velvet blue vault of heaven
Like a ship lost in an Arctic
sea
A stranger in his own land
He feels the slippage of time
Like a train whistle passing
As it fades into the wind
Traveling
further on this voyage into non-being
Subsiding pain leaves
euphoria in its wake
Tingles of pleasure crackle
through his body
Like smoldering coals
Illusion of warmth soothes
his fears
Path through eternity
stretches out ahead
In infinite golden vistas
Fallen
angel lays prostrate on back
Gazing into the depths of
space
Mystery of void beckoning him
like a liberation
As eyes glaze into
crystalline frost
Stars fragmenting
Into thousands of dancing
diamonds of light
Flash of white light
brilliant as fire of creation
Atomic fireballs
Illuminate the night of the
apocalypse
A thousand suns burning with
unquenchable fire
Mind dissipating into hazy
clouds of oblivion
Cycle of life completed