so faint,
this feeling,
concealing the self
the key, the gate.
this phantom of fate.
awake?
maybe... not "if seen more before."
how could life keel over so.
chore like choir,
shifting shore,
at core.
endure.
in door.
..snore.
hot magma.
still?
para-lapse.
"who's here"
-yelling like this
bathroom floor can feel.
-hear, hear-
nothing .
the embrace....then death.
again till breath,
bleach white birth.
touching earth.
Suspense....
Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 10:17 PM UTC
so faint,
this feeling,
concealing the self
the key, the gate.
this phantom of fate.
awake?
maybe... not "if seen more before."
how could life keel over so.
chore like choir,
shifting shore,
at core.
endure.
in door.
..snore.
hot magma.
still?
para-lapse.
"who's here"
-yelling like this
bathroom floor can feel.
-hear, hear-
nothing .
the embrace....then death.
again till breath,
bleach white birth.
touching earth.
Suspense....
