weatherbound chorus,vortices of controlturning on themselves

[vesperys@mementomori.social]

weatherbound chorus,
vortices of control
turning on themselves

a conundrum of fire
creeps steadily around the room

feathers fall
awake, alert, on guard
and still
shirking the duel

knights of honour
round tables
reduced to tells and whistles

severed from the crown at last

random and terrifying,
the sky breaks

the old box of lies
flickers

occult radiations
deliver their quiet entropy

and below
rats, scamps,
dilly-dalliances in the rain

#poetry #poem