Falling Blocks Pt.1

Towering monoliths with polished eyes

that lean inward then sway back

bowing as the wind plays

these caustic strings,

momentarily my shadow precedes

my step then is gone,

buried by gaunt avatars

to sacrificed lives,

in an instant all is pummeled

to dust 

before blackened verdancy

reclaims its ominous vigil...

beneath glaring opulence

my fore-riding shadow becomes

a trinity when suddenly 

two split away

rushing behind as the original

scampers back beneath my feet

and the light passes on overhead;

lure of a predator?

Giant firefly?

Loosed from the cage of time

the guise of creatures becomes a mystery

to which experience grants nothing

but a pallid history which we might place

within a useless tome...

the drone rises and meets the ear,

burns within it the sweet release

of vacuum sealed tinnitus.