I am an apocalypse of stars

I am an apocalypse of stars,
the skull of a horse staring back
through windows of allusion,
a blue face collapsing in the corner.
There is the door, over there,
its handle twisted by the heat of fear,
teeth bending into the tempest.
Where are you now, creator,
where dare you?

Philip Kane

~ by londonsurrealistgroup on January 17, 2012.

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