A prism of light lost of its luster floating aimlessly in a train windowless and full of men without faces moving fast with all its roar left behind in the cracks of walls hidden in a splinter in my mind A blurry gesture by a man with a pocket watch and his head on his chest froze the time beneath my dangling feet bound to a one sided truth written with blood running down the bricks on a weightless wall behind a circle of faceless men A man in the balloon is casting my fears on a world marooned in doubt The white shadow of a beast half sleep with its claws deep in the sand is watching a lifeless man who let the train go by
By Cameron Brio - March 2026