Survivor’s Creed

… the souls beyond despondency

hollowed to Hell’s Standard

that causes a collapse of function

into temporary oblivion

to re-boot, re-ignite, replenish the will…

… the echoes of ethereal laughter

bound along the emptied space

of phantom halls; footfalls

dance and skitter

across recycled time,

inconsequential in face of imagination

and mind; the ghostly residue of dreams

that reside beyond time and tide

in that place where worlds collide

beyond outside.

Once done, then forever.

A.D.