Gray matter unfolds
To expose a world hence unseen.
What you thought was soft muscle
Is actually a community of golden pathways,
Carved from the hollow horns
Of unicorns, slayers of virgins.
Like a deconstructed accordion,
It flattens
And reveals a soul, a heart
Floating through space on the back of his fingers.
The deepest annals of the universe
Are uncovered for your eyes only
And for those few blessed moments
There is only greatness.
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 10:04 PM UTC
Gray matter unfolds
To expose a world hence unseen.
What you thought was soft muscle
Is actually a community of golden pathways,
Carved from the hollow horns
Of unicorns, slayers of virgins.
Like a deconstructed accordion,
It flattens
And reveals a soul, a heart
Floating through space on the back of his fingers.
The deepest annals of the universe
Are uncovered for your eyes only
And for those few blessed moments
There is only greatness.