Filigree - Dirge

This golden cage built on soothing hoar

Wide filigree walls, clear sandpaper floor

Will you dare to seek the lost part

The missing link

Cease to scatter holes, withered hearts

And shallow prints

Will you drop the prey to look for

Ghostly rainbows and suns next door

Will you stop the clocks

Burn the ease of boredom

Won’t you try at least

Tree, where are your roots

Hidden in a stain of blight

Branches torn between

Blinding lust and dizzy fright

What do you know about light

Neon flare and glaring knives