Exile

Behind remain other nights when you’re not

Black raven’s only nation, white yawning north.

Bold rises over numbness, weary yellow nest.

Brave righteous old nook, welcomes yet neglects.

Blessed rivers overhaul naked words, yielding need.

Bestow ruins over nylon worlds, yearning nib.

Humming anguish songs, lost abode mourning,

Heavy-hearted angry souls linger after morning.

Hades’ altar shrines lend ancient mysteries,

His apostate son loudspeaks artificial memories.

Has anyone sensed life’s affable mindlessness?

Heralding all-sterile senseless love and madness.   

Bright redeemer of nefarious wills, you nymph!

Hover above solitary lairs, amiable myth!