Falling...

 

(Based on ‘Vivace molto ritmico e preciso’ from ‘Piano Concerto’ by Gyorgy Ligeti)

 

My face, in pieces

it’s falling apart, broken

just like the pieces of glass, shattering

all around me.

 

Everything disintegrates,

Breaks into two or million

pieces, just falling apart,

Into the cold heart of space…

 

There is no reverse!

There is no hope!

It’s breaking apart, like glass pieces,

Just like my face, falling apart…

 

The masks start to unravel

Revealing the true nature,

The devils now start to run,

Over the shattered and broken ground…

 

Pieces, bits fall even more apart,

Faces – split into an uncountable number,

Pandemonium reigns, with the occasional

sound, called ‘CRR-A-ACK!’

 

Now a Black Mass runs, runs

To where no one could reach them

All around them are glass pieces

disintegrating, and split into two…

 

A high cry rings up, possibly

a poor soul, who has split up

into fractals, which now float above

in the darkening blue sky…

 

The Mass jumps from roof to roof

As the houses cry out and then break down…

The constant beating of terrified hearts,

Now slowly echo, echo 

in the shattered atmosphere.

 

Footsteps vanish – disappear into air,

The air filled with dark particles

Shards from broken glass hurtle in the breeze -

They fall down to the ground with a sounding crash.

 

Then suddenly, a member of the Mass

hits a tree, falls down

The face splits like glass, and

Crashed into a number of pieces!

 

As I roamed above this danse macabre,

I saw them clearly running, running

Towards God knows where,

If God was there – he had forsaken the lambs!

 

Now the wind picks up speed, and

particles of unknown hurtle towards the Black Mass.

However much they try, they seem to get

cracked up, one after the another…

 

The cry of a distant wood bird fills the air

The earthen floor cracks up in fractions everywhere,

An unnerving chilly breeze blows away fast,

The fractals of glass getting split away…

 

The forest is where the Mass were headed to,

Their masks had been opened, their face

speaks now of the injustice they meted out

to people, now they are gonna face it too!

 

The confusion now begins to speeded up a bit,

With shards and fractals vanishing in air

They hurtle and shoot the stars

Which lie there, in the cold heart of space…

 

The Mass now begins to get teared apart…

The pieces of misery splitting them apart…

The shards of pain burning them apart…

And the fractals of injustice cut them up, oozing out

the deep red within them…apart…

 

The fire of voice now engulfs them

They try to cast spells, spells

which had kept them alive for so long…

But they don’t know His fury

The Fury of the Creator himself.

 

The freedom stinges them, they howl out

in pain, getting whipped for their misdeeds.

Satan probably must have fled, perhaps

shattered into pieces, too!

 

Now, everything seems silent,

Except the light footsteps of one -

One who now runs down the dark path,

Around him the chaos – again – starts!

 

The mirrors split in the middle, revealing

The person’s seven faces

The glass rooms break off, shatter

And disappear into the bleak blue sky…

 

The man sees the forest not far by,

He runs, jumps and reached its edge,

Behind him, the demonic shards hurtle by,

Burning or crushing anything which comes in their way…

 

Suddenly, I jolt up

Find myself in my bed

The alarm clock apparently hadn’t been set

the previous night. I smile, and look into the mirror

Where I internally gasp out again,

The mirror was crack’d right in the center

Showing me six different visages!

Or was it me? 

Thinking thus, as I put my hand

Over my face, and saw -

 

Yes, the skin had come off, wrinkling,

Into six parts, but

then, that means,

that what I saw

What is happening to my face?

Why I find it difficult-

 

‘CR-R-RR-A-AC-ACK!’

 

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M.Macabre

02.12.2020

Dedicated to: Gyorgy Ligeti, Nemo, Anonymous