Disintegrate

Owen Carswell

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Quietly drifting in the latter hours

You serenade me to sleep

Lamenting horns spit and sputter as the machine begins to die

Growing old, growing tired

Your once fiery flame now flutters in the wind

Of a cold dead night

I’ll die on this hill

Down on my knees

Hands holding onto the loose dry soil

As you whisper into my ears

Reminding me of your ghostly presence

(Inspired by William Basinski’s “Disintegration Loops”)