Labyrinth

the uneven rhythm of silence as night pulls the living into its patchy blanket falls heavy on the heart’s ears… the sound of sound sleep breathes heavier on the jagged walls of the night echoing on the abandoned skin the abandoned echo fills the precincts of the streets the irregular rhythm throngs the foot-paths of the night once in a way a baton proves its power once in a way blazing lights stop by… in the dark silence do they seek a brief respite and shake off night’s embrace to begin yet another day… 17mar2010 14.14hrs