there are so many questions to be asked.
theories of the universe
prophecies untold
codes hidden
answers bidden
flames of passion consume the artist
enrage the curious
tickle the delirious
the hill in my throat
sinks into valleys
with mustard grass that flows
prairie currents rippling through the peace
swooning deep and wide into the canyons
a diamond has many cuts and edges
facets cannot possibly describe you
my darling
uncarved
unchanged
meticulously ignorant
how do I help a man,
drowning in superficiality?
would not I rather
let the ocean lick him
the fires ***** him
the truth consume him
a rather passive existence
its all generic, like tissue paper
and my hope an eagle
perched on the branch of the universe
its all spontaneous.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
there are so many questions to be asked.
theories of the universe
prophecies untold
codes hidden
answers bidden
flames of passion consume the artist
enrage the curious
tickle the delirious
the hill in my throat
sinks into valleys
with mustard grass that flows
prairie currents rippling through the peace
swooning deep and wide into the canyons
a diamond has many cuts and edges
facets cannot possibly describe you
my darling
uncarved
unchanged
meticulously ignorant
how do I help a man,
drowning in superficiality?
would not I rather
let the ocean lick him
the fires ***** him
the truth consume him
a rather passive existence
its all generic, like tissue paper
and my hope an eagle
perched on the branch of the universe
its all spontaneous.