Nightmares From Yesteryear

My heart skips its beats in absolute silence.
It's beautiful.
The yellow spider's cobweb
had ever hung above us,
a silver lining in the darkness of nightmares.

Small steps are complexities.
Beauty is partly in simplicity
and partly in being invisible.

A nightmare the size of a hungry leopard
unchained
digs into our bodies.
Unaware we shake it off,
the never endedness of nightmares.
What's killing us doesn't know its killing us.

That which I cannot see is a door
at which the whole of humanity is knocking.
Faceless, humanity!
The tongue-tied venomous serpent
with planets collides
to bring an end to poetry.

My home abandoned-rotting alongside the rituals
upon its death cover bones with earth.
Warm blood spilling still
rides the waves of the river
and in the womb of its desire.
Different shades instead of mixing
set flame to the skies.
Differences between sleep and nightmares
have only just begun to ask for a part of us. 
Nightmares from yesteryear
haunt the today.