The world curves around me,
spinning on its axis;
oblivious to the colors that
fade and change and fade again.
Light pours out-
an attempt to envelope the shadows,
but the shadows always win.
Always hide in the bark on the trees,
and between the blades of grass beneath my feet
waiting, patiently, for the chance to escape -
to shield the earth from the glow
of the stars and the moon.
In my solidarity,
I wait in isolation to be born again,
to resurrect,
to wake from this finite coma,
to learn that it’s all a lie.
Show me the way to redemption;
free my soul from the demons that live
(the darkness that hides) in the trees
and the grass
and the cracks of my ribcage.
Patient and waiting,
ravenous.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 11:04 AM UTC
The world curves around me,
spinning on its axis;
oblivious to the colors that
fade and change and fade again.
Light pours out-
an attempt to envelope the shadows,
but the shadows always win.
Always hide in the bark on the trees,
and between the blades of grass beneath my feet
waiting, patiently, for the chance to escape -
to shield the earth from the glow
of the stars and the moon.
In my solidarity,
I wait in isolation to be born again,
to resurrect,
to wake from this finite coma,
to learn that it’s all a lie.
Show me the way to redemption;
free my soul from the demons that live
(the darkness that hides) in the trees
and the grass
and the cracks of my ribcage.
Patient and waiting,
ravenous.
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