baubles
pose themselves as
electrons and protons
form the substance of universe
whatnot?
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baubles
pose themselves as
electrons and protons
form the substance of universe
whatnot?
Clever!Quote:
Originally Posted by mazHur
what, not
again, my love?
I can never tire of
repeating twixt dark and dawn- I
love you
"love you."
silence thunders
in the void left by your
absent response. curse myself
a fool.
a fool
a citizen
whatever you call it
I refuse to be part of it
leave me
leave me
to weep in the
wake, drowning in your quick
passing, floundering and gasping
for air
for air
to flutter wings
of a butterfly or
the blades of a windmill the west
wind blows
needs thrust
and energy
to propel us beyond
the boundaries of this present
concept
concept
is like a dream
it may seem true to one
mind but false to the other or
may change
may change,
june flows like a
summer stream, then july
hammers the senses, hazy and
hot days
hot days
August lurching
toward us like a mad
dog-killing sun has us in it's
crosshairs
crosshairs
identify
targets, triggers pulled by
madmen who feel justified in
their rage
Their rage
It echoes on
But the sound of their cries
Has vanished into the abyss
With time
with time
counting away
the seconds of our lives,
how can we not grasp every bit
with glee?
with glee
we gnash the pulp
of life, tearing the meat,
sucking the juice, feeling it give
us life