A Little Dark Never Hurt Nobody



Dark Matter
16" x 20" acrylic on canvas panel


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Contra Alto

With the break, till the soil
underneath the severed tree;
weep to earth with active hands
to prep the regrowth of the soul

For the song of rage unvoiced
is the core of music's rot;
the imploded glass of mechanical song,
whose shards pierce both heart and eye,
create the storm none will forget:

Fury brought fro the seas,
passionate and absolute,
a sacred flood drowning stunted roots
mended now by mortal hand,
once undone by life's symphony profane.