Moses & David Are Dead... VII

Amidst an invisible conjuring,

     An epitaph amnesty unending black theoretical hole explosion where I can't see the familiar's woven into the faces of anyone, I once knew the fleeting moments of everyone, In the silence of those archaic darkness moments the world made momentary sense to me... No eternity instills the fear in me and I seem to exist in the perpetual being of afraid.

In lieu,
Of describing the fear...