Finishing touches

Open up all the cages

A new adventure

Tangled neurons spark

Confusion spreads like woodworm

Cracks start to appear

And after the storm

As the black waters subside

What is left behind?

My different pieces

Scattered to the howling winds

Leave behind a ghost

Cower from the wind

Rattling these steel cages

Howling like a wolf

Firy orange tongues 

Devouring all they lick

Digestive enzymes

Re-tracing footsteps
Over ancient forest rides

To our leafy guide

Strains of an old tune

The smell of your memory

Burnt into my brain

Another ending

Another fading memory

Returning to dust 

I walked right into

This trap you set with great care

I always stumble 

Like a broken clock

Only right by accident

Only twice a day

Another small cog

In this consuming machine

Just keep on spinning

Since we were cut loose

We have been drifting apart

Now I float alone

Sulphur scented smoke

A lingering reminder

 Firework keepsake

Winter sunlight shines

Low and orange through stained glass

Fingerprint halos

As the nights stretch out

We tilt away from the sun

Time to hibernate

Tired shoulders bow

Creaking under heavy loads

I am no Atlas

So we stumble on

Into the growing darkness

Further from our home

Dewy cobwebs gleam

Otherwise invisible

In the low sunlight

Gentle grey fog cloaks

Another night on the moor

Quick! Bury the hoard!

From inside the crypt

Tremulous cries resounding

Full of dead men’s bones

I know an old man

You hit his white teeth he laughs 

But black teeth he cries

Paw prints in clean snow

Tattered clothing sprayed in red

Siberian cats

Through bleary red eyes

Through many long night watches

Puzzle pieces placed