Deeply hued skies

Deeply hued skies

Blend neatly

Into blue hearts

With barely a division bell

To mark the transition

From one medium

Into another

Hollow thoughts

Retreat into a succession

Of empty halls

Devoid of humanity

Barely an echo of life

A pion of worthless

Sub-atomica

A shadow

Of belief withheld

From public scrutiny

Hidden behind

A picture window facade

Designed to

Capture the difference

Between inner

And outer chaos

As grief registers

A presence

Too deeply fathomed

History is a

Struggle to keep up

With expectation

Memories are weighed

And bartered

In exchange for

A little peace

Out of mind

Out of time

Empty of sorrow

Whilst the world turns

Back on itself

Folding the edges

Of humanity

Into neat bundles

The unrecyclable

Untouched by hope

Ready for disposal.