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Shadow Lamp

The shadow lamp
spills out greys
winding hail
passing ways
to chase the air
to dance the eye
that calls the name
of the God of sighs.

Signs undone
bent and twisted
re-imagined as enigmas
question marks on the sky
re-embroidered cold replies
calligraphic cosmic lies
caught up in the hydro lines.

The whole cold cast
of allegiances shattered
shutters blackened
ripped up rafters
wind tied to the halls
boarded-up chapels
ring Sunday chapters
through pale white yawns
of a space that withdraws
across frozen lawns.

Nothing more down below
nothing oceans with nothing shores
nothing in the water under the snow
nothing to know
the nothing that grows
and flows
and shows
the way to go
one sign at a time
one meaning locked and rhymed
another stacked and loaded
ready to be filed
to hide that our smiles
have slowly corroded.

Loaded in the dark,
reaching
to the center of the hall
where our feet have to stumble
to remember the work
of all the countless hours
building towers
of weighted shadows
in the dark
to trip over
and fall.