Floating in the coruscated bleed, helpless.

Equipment failure the only sound left.

They believed in us; They made us whole.

It was not a lie; intervened before we eradicated ourselves with our hatred and delusions about the sanctity of fire that powers the machine that is man.

Love you more because I’ve lost my faith.

A demon stops my introspection.

Perspiration clouds my perception.

A flickering flame, this is a brother of Sol. I succumb.

Strong arms carry my shattered body down.

Stars disappear and I weep for the lost.

Sealed in sandstone.

I am Kishar. I must sleep now.


I challenge with "Red Measure."

Picture by Alex Ruiz