Our hearts remain blackened

Prophetic pictures
Fall in sequence,
Light compressed between dry frames.
This machine cold era,
This southern hunger,
Monochrome sings its luminescence alone.

Anti-structure offers halo,
A wilderness apart.
Eyelids porous to this sadness
Scrape and bray with nightfall clarity.

In sympathetic rows,
Upturned crippled fingers
Salivate transmission hunger.
The sky erupts
In chromatic effervescence,
Yet our hearts remain blackened,
Lost, replaced,
Unchecked, unknown.