Cataclysm by darkblues Flocks of seagulls spread amongst A million black and blue daffodils, Ospreys talons tear through Candescent silent ripples Disappear from view. No hands to touch Only eyes aghast with, The skies shape as it turns inside itself, Colour red to purple to green to yellow The land and sea fuse together, along with All the seasons, a fusion of all faculties Life, inanimate, metaphysical And dynamic. The look of love has perished The land, sky and sea Have no entity, Moons and planetary Are far away, Truth and science, history and future, Everything Turns on their talking heads, Nothing can be heard Shackled up Upside down Resting on pillows of smoke. Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 28-Apr-2008