Effigy

as this
is written
an image
fades into
an opaque
transparency

a gray
countenance gazing
at the
possibility of
transcendance into
the fixed
aura of
redemption where
despair clings
to words like
a sodden
mossy blanket
suffocating
light

what devours
commands the
transient hour
molding light
into a
graven image
whose likeness
is found
in mirror
shadow
and crag
etched into a
mottled wall