The infinite; staircase growing in the interior,
Men are but fractions of life,
Like a shiver in the wind,
Small salvating-tart percussion,
The passionate thoughts of appetite,
Dwindling in the idea that we live,
Tumbling down flights,
as monkeys with stone arms in tall tress,
the desolate; froze over in the hunger of the exterior.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
The infinite; staircase growing in the interior,
Men are but fractions of life,
Like a shiver in the wind,
Small salvating-tart percussion,
The passionate thoughts of appetite,
Dwindling in the idea that we live,
Tumbling down flights,
as monkeys with stone arms in tall tress,
the desolate; froze over in the hunger of the exterior.
