Revelation

Clytemnestra Aa
Aug 31 2015 (c)

I rummaged thee 
As I was errantly 
roaming
my wasteland 
Coveting for a spec of breath
Among orphaned logs 
Tearful grass 
Clouds overloaded with 
reminiscences 
A fading sun howling
On top of a dead hill :

Thou art 
An illusion 
A reflection 
of the vacant molecules
on derelict suffocation 
A shadow exiled into the void
A refugee expelled into
the land of no man 
..still I had faith in thee