501.

A room of hollow
ears and empty hearts, cast in
bare abandonment.

500.

Left directionless
with this solipsistic heart
as a reference.

499.

The brain, a one man
construction project, with the
body its victim.

498.

The sea is tinted
in silvered shadows, peeking
out from waves below.

497.

A silhouette, left
as the only evidence
of what once remained.

496.

His heart an exact
match, as vague and restless with
deep wanting as mine.

495.

The prettiness of
dusk, hung in the arms of
a cold autumn mist.

494.

Vertigo begins,
trailed through a sense of change, stuck
etched as elusive.

493.

The unrelenting
onslaught of rain here wears the
sky down in cleansing.

492.

I can feel the seas
call to swallow me down with
each ships slow passage.

491.

The fading city,
a towering edifice
in time's reversal.

490.

Honor lays at the
feet of a million bones spent
when their keepers left.

489.

If only the bent
knees supplication to saints
evoked prayers found.

488.

And so the armies
of children march, painted but
robbed of joy by time.