Awake

by Nathan McKay

I awoke and wandered through a house

Built atop crooked foundations, filled with rooms

Of shifting mirrors reflecting epiphanic moments

Of undiagnosed perspectives. Outside, the sky

Was fractured by fire, tremors echoed in the wake

Of twilight hours, an all encompassing rhythm of discord

That gave definition to futile gestures.

I stared out through godless windows in search of a redemptive melody

To reconcile ought and is, only to find that the spirit is empty

And the flesh is weak.

Nathan McKay

February 2013

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Nathan McKay appears in AlteredScale.com 1.