Dimmed

There, light upon the East. Nights turn into sand. Every second, pitiless, they fall from my hand. Days burn into wait, salt upon each hour, down upon my face. Just turn away into that nevermore. Raven wing dark, and caludron cast every curse upon me. In torrents thick as mud. Spin those spells, siren calls, and Charybdis awaits me. Turn away, from that light upon the East. So‚Äč I walk away forevermore. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Dimmed

Fade

Beset by what, mere shadow, built by flameless glow? Not deep enough. The edges of me still sillouette against such light. Vanish, like the smoke of the last drag, and I shall. Kill the nail, watch the night drink the embers. Walk now, where no gaze sets upon me. There, sanctuary. There, solace. There, home. In what wayward angel calls me here. Silent street, amber halo above the city. All I’ve ever needed was here. Fade, into this city. Become forgotten, in this city. One last swig and I am now lost here. Until clocks bear no time. – Mitsuo … Continue reading Fade

Aspire

Deeply into that Hadal ether. Floating well past what lens would gaze, what wish made upon a window sill. That longing, that lament, in places of silence, far away. Those fleeting thoughts, none still what this beating insides craves. It is restless. Heavenly forms lithe and writhing. The tingle of touch that ripples. The burst of suns. What lady upon glow of stardust. Heat, light, waves that crash through to other worlds. As deities would, open before the stars. As energy, limitless and indestructible. Undeniable, all through the night. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Aspire

Bygone

It was a message in the fires of June. Red honey composed the text, vague and gossamer. The letter begged me to wait, in what pain silence gives. Crush what blue the sky had that day. In her last message, ash and cinder on my eyes. In what was more than lust on velvet bed now lays icy. In what now is but a chain to something now left wayward. No dreams of other shores. Just wait away from the warmth of the June fires. Always here, until my eyes close in these shadows. – Mitsuo Tanaka Continue reading Bygone