Distract us
Sidetrack us
Engross us
Refract us
Or offer
A glimpse
Just a slight
Of what's real
While we march
In our sleep,
While we are
Standing still,
We’re still reigning
Still falling
Still fighting
False stalling
And cannot see
The ground with
Our heads in
The clouds with
Our eyes And
Our ears Cotton
Wool-ed From
Our fears A
Divine Inter-
ment our shins
Creak on
Cement and
Our boots
Thump and grind
As we march
On the blind
Silent lips
Bleary eyes
Muffled sounds
Freaky minds
May 29, 2011
May 29, 2011 at 3:02 PM UTC
The last moments of dusk,
final glimpse of the light
when all lights come to shine
and the world is so
(three dimensionally)
bright
Through this smudged, ***** pane
at the world out, I creep,
with its citrusy lamps
and its teal coloured sleep
and my mind is so dulled
and my body a-flight
I remember again,
soft, sweet dark of the night.
May 29, 2011
May 29, 2011 at 2:54 PM UTC