Day brake in Dublin Dawn arrives in Dublin amid the alcoves of shapeless tombs. Bodies buried in the aftermath cocooned, in a chrysalis of cardboard A cul-de-sac of tedium awaits an epithet within a ravens wing. The lament of the afterlife seeks the underworld too dream away those fading inscriptions of listless hope . Suspended in doorways are tenet-less cubicles of gloom. Immune; a swarming crowd of leering eyes appear, indifferent, to a prison of judgment. An edifice of an unfathomable freedom. Dawn bring light, to a graveyard of scaffold a revenge of teeth, sinks its promise into daybreak. The emptiness of lonely silhouettes flirts, with the anguish of abandonment buildings. A gallery of sighing limbs mimics the trying chorus of morning light. As, the insomnia of wilting streets mingles, with a protest of traffic. A palate of uneven sounds, paints a fragrance of orchids. Dissolved into the hymn of Moore streets native tongue. Alive the city breaths, like the orbit of entangled lovers absorbed in a generation of dreamers entombed in an audience of bankrupt youth. Dawn filters through the city, like the many veils of a mirage . Vague and elliptical, hieroglyphic forms evolve into a gelatinous mass. An experience that spells out the people will in its building, monuments and nursery rhymes nestled between the romance of the canal. As, a voyage of swans navigates, the indifference of puttied waters. Bobbing on the water, like a prehistoric forest swept away, by a tidal sea.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 14:05:14 +0000
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