A confusion of darkness

A confusion of darkness

Compelled to stare

Into the abyss

The empty abstraction

Of an unknown room

The black maw

Of a broken dream

Burned out

Charcoal embers

Luminous clocks

With wrinkled faces

Ticking time bombs

Monsterous dressers

Towering windows

With skeleton frames

Burning in umber.

Nothing of consequence

Remains hidden for long

Concealed ghosts

Float in the memory

Slowly melting into

The black of the eye

As darkness solidifies

Images conform

To established patterns

Shapeshifters

Hide under the bed

The ghosts escape

Into the machinery

All is as it was

As if the reality

Of waking is sweeter

Than the not knowing

Of sleep.