The absurd fade

...flourish of the sun's ache light it bringeth to the edge of teaming stillness to bear to sudden disavowal colours sleep of the deprivate all sung what sung nothing of the detritus cold chamber lock of cellar of this burnt bones buried in the rags of terse ablaze you seek yet you cannot nothing of the settled ash the crack & destitute of all what spoken of striate dense winds colours abandoned... (...into the darkness obscurity & the obscene bitter pips of which into collapsed into what from nothing of the benign to absorb...as the teeth of the night absorb the passage sudden of in which through utterance dragging a corpse through crowded streets sing Ave nothing of the matter/ long gone forget it as if is the nectar of...)