I have seen the endless suns
their sinister stare steals
my weary ribs bury
cries lost and dead
I long to chase the wind.
but the Rising, the Setting
the High above...
*"Meaningless! Meaningless!
Utterly Meaningless!"*
deep in the golden desert
the mirages fold,
a robe of milk and honey.
And
I believe.
"fool"
my precious,
precious pink!
my clean flesh.
mutilated.
"fool"
I can count all my bones
they look.
they stare at me.
"Is there anything new under the sun?"
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
I have seen the endless suns
their sinister stare steals
my weary ribs bury
cries lost and dead
I long to chase the wind.
but the Rising, the Setting
the High above...
*"Meaningless! Meaningless!
Utterly Meaningless!"*
deep in the golden desert
the mirages fold,
a robe of milk and honey.
And
I believe.
"fool"
my precious,
precious pink!
my clean flesh.
mutilated.
"fool"
I can count all my bones
they look.
they stare at me.
"Is there anything new under the sun?"
Life can be dull or painful sometimes. A cry from the heart.
