Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Bye, To the Dry

Confined, Ceiling high rocks below
I wait for the green pastures to grow
Empty, I search round the screens
watch while you pass by the scene

Suddenly, the solids melt
Finally, escaped myself
Sensation arrives
To the dry, Good Bye

Dying, on this carpet
Tread by those starved
Seeing, this distance
My kin worlds apart

Suddenly, the solids melt
Finally, escaped myself
Sensation arrives
To the dry, Good Bye

1 comment:

  1. I really love this, but the third stanza is really powerful! Beautiful!

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