Gilded Scales

On the Architecture of Collapse

Here’s another old poem of mine, dusted off and re-written for your enjoyment, or nihilistic spirals, whichever fits your life.

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Gilded Scales

There will come a time,

When all seems sublime,

And all you’ve ever reasoned

Reveals itself, with hollow design;


As it’s brought before your eyes,

On a platter of gilded scales,

Meshed with the bonds of unbinding lies—

The short-term ties of your soul,

for sale.


Then the fragile platter shatters

All its glittery glamour

clatters to the ground

—a cyclone of screeching sound,

Watch it pound

the shifting sands

Like a massive hammer, in heavy hands


As ungainly reason raps at the door.