It occasionally settles,
when you least expect it...
after the turbines have slowed
to an alarming rate.
When your patience has exercised
to a formidable state.
An indomitable condition.
We'll talk to ourselves slowly,
comforting and calm,
to ease this transition.
This body is a vessel;
a bulwark of flesh,
enlivened by blood.
Hallowed and haunted.
Waiting for fulfillment.
Ready for something...
even if it's nothing.
-Kevin James
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
It occasionally settles,
when you least expect it...
after the turbines have slowed
to an alarming rate.
When your patience has exercised
to a formidable state.
An indomitable condition.
We'll talk to ourselves slowly,
comforting and calm,
to ease this transition.
This body is a vessel;
a bulwark of flesh,
enlivened by blood.
Hallowed and haunted.
Waiting for fulfillment.
Ready for something...
even if it's nothing.
-Kevin James
Quick 5 minute poem.
Pretty ****** but extremely satisfying.
