-53447!&3 [a terrible] musician

Stone wall with a hedge and

cobblestones underfoot that

rip the spiderwebs to shreds and

dress the woods with roughness

Spirit of the ash tree descends with its

bulbous hands twisted like

metal scraps and its

Wan expression mingled with the

stony air behind it

and the moonlit cloud that

shows its face through the

racing light as I’m

on my back and I

Snap a photo with

my fettered hands

Years later I

see your terrible eyes coming

at me from my screen  They have

shades of grey that seem so

colorful like the shades of

purple and green but they are

just your empty ghost eyes

I swear I see you against the

studded trees behind you that ask

Anodos where are you

fairyland with the devil

biting my film

But no one sees it

No one will

Your eyes are black behind the 

curtain screen and seem to 

twinkle in disdain as you

leap away from the

science and free will

escape then if you

will  but I will not forget

your eyes looming out above

my head and your hand so gnarled