Sublimation
Sublimation
A thing enters.
A focus of shadow
A terror of empty
Filling the room.
It asks nothing,
Demanding your essence.
The roaring silence commands,
Drains,
Freezes,
Takes.
Color gone flat,
Wails from a distance
Promise no return,
To what was.
Air is acid,
And bile,
A weight not to be borne.
You cannot not see the thing reaching,
Yet understanding that it does.
Why do you know it smiles?
A putrid whisper invades,
Securing horror
Promising poison
And glee.
A murmuration surrounds,
Coalesces
Crushes,
Conceives.
A thing enters.
What are you now?
How can you walk in daylight again?
Even the moon pains you
While the stars scream overhead.
What bliss is this agony…
Cliff Lake 3/25/2023
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