Capillaries are the river's replacements
In the basement
of these globes
are roads
life has yet to probe
pave
or scathe
wraiths roam
at gloam
with forlorn
echos etched into morning dew
Their worldly remains
lost in-between
Osiris' domain
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 11:20 AM UTC
Capillaries are the river's replacements
In the basement
of these globes
are roads
life has yet to probe
pave
or scathe
wraiths roam
at gloam
with forlorn
echos etched into morning dew
Their worldly remains
lost in-between
Osiris' domain
My eyes are blood splattered atlases
© December 14th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
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