May 2013
In-between what space
The vast expanse.
Colors around the bend reaching,
Reaching for the emptiness
Each end concealed with a door
A filter for the corruption of evil.
The lone man bares the harsh pilgrimage
From one door to the other,
He strides through nothing
Peaceful.
Ever so empty
Feelings abandoned
Forgotten
The vast expanse.
Colors around the bend reaching,
Reaching for the emptiness
Each end concealed with a door
A filter for the corruption of evil.
The lone man bares the harsh pilgrimage
From one door to the other,
He strides through nothing
Peaceful.
Ever so empty
Feelings abandoned
Forgotten
inspired by the wonderful Aldous Huxley and his quote -"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite”
