Eclipse

With every insecure
breath paradoxing
to survive
fallen off their
cliffs of permanence
and staring into how
low goes the zero
standing ashore on
the great golden
plains of confusion
drifted away from
faces of ugly innocence
with high strung
notes of silence
washed by waves
crashing as tears
of the
bent and brittle
kingdom of disillusion
sinking in their
muddled creamed with
slime sand and spraying
shallow seweric waters
of their soul
with hands upward bound
blessing the slug
and the drudge of their
heavens
pray to
the leeches sucking
a life fungus laden
for the final ecliptical
wave of remorse
to arrive
and take them out
as a drunk boat
on a sea so sullen