Trees; uprooting arteries
From a garden growing
In destiny’s sterile womb,
I walk inside
The frame of crime—TIME
A desolate dusty-green capsule.
And I walk outside
The frame of time—CRIME
A burning slate-red lake.
Arteries, rooted like trees
Form this heaving orb-corpse of mud,
Birthing fleshy despairs.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
Trees; uprooting arteries
From a garden growing
In destiny’s sterile womb,
I walk inside
The frame of crime—TIME
A desolate dusty-green capsule.
And I walk outside
The frame of time—CRIME
A burning slate-red lake.
Arteries, rooted like trees
Form this heaving orb-corpse of mud,
Birthing fleshy despairs.
