polarium


crawl up a few flights of stairs
and you’ll realize
that nothing exists anymore

the attic has been cleared of all
its majestic belongings
the sacred chronicles of its inhabitants
who were, frankly,
astounded at how it took a semiternity
for someone to insist
that it was time to move on,
that this acumen be taken elsewhere...

unlock a few doors and throw open the curtains,
and let the sunbeams dance on
mirrors misshapen with refraction,
broken of misfortune

while secret eyes peer through the empty skull of a
crumbled statue and
the orbical heads of cherubs alike, silence glooms
even an inkling of
solace
in the lore of myth-dwellers

scripture inked in purgatory, the archives
dwindling beneath the weight of
logic and wisdom,
every page as yellow as the sun that lifts your heart,
every corner frayed to the point of extinction,
every solemn revelation as candid as the end of the world,
how dare you

crawl underneath the dust if you’re sure to find
something else to wander
upon, an inherent curiosity etched into your hands...
for where the winds of time
erode away the dreams that once lingered in
the present,
	...your fingerprints...
	don’t seem all that worthless anymore




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