Ice Slivers

On the road sparkled with nowhere
The cities of glass collapse—

Chill words rain down on me
Drenched in language shreds
Derided by shadows
You stare at me tongue-tied and soulless

Tired of raving in the desert of words
Unredeemed by the tide of desireless songs
I rise with suntrails of dust
Your face is nowhere to be found

All roads lead to heaven if you tiptoe on the glass ceiling

Today is the birth of storm-dwellers
Sooner or later you'll find yourself hovering
over the void endlessly
Ungraspable white noise falls through the
empty
night sky
As hail stones astonished storm-riders
You get lost in the sun's black eye

Word-riders dwell in stones of derision
as hailstones fall through the world's darkest core

Godliness is the beginning of Nothingness
   All roads lead to nowhere
as bridges collapse
   The sun is nowhere to be found

Erase this world with a strike of birds—
Hovering above the waters of the Uncreated—
Sketched brushstrokes on an empty canvas—