poetry, moving, motion,
kinetic, effigy, ocean,
swimming, swimming, sinking,
There was once a time
before words were among us,
before, there was just movement
of images of rolling hills
and towering skyscrapers,
colliding and fusing together
into a spiral staircase.
Before there was language,
we had movement.
before language,
We would just stare at each other
for a dozen minutes at time
as if our features were a French painting
done by an existentialistic artist, trying
so hard to create the beauty he cannot find for himself.
And how I would stare into the ocean of your eyes
grasping your fingers as our very presence
gave each other lysergic bliss.
Before language.
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 1:25 AM UTC
poetry, moving, motion,
kinetic, effigy, ocean,
swimming, swimming, sinking,
There was once a time
before words were among us,
before, there was just movement
of images of rolling hills
and towering skyscrapers,
colliding and fusing together
into a spiral staircase.
Before there was language,
we had movement.
before language,
We would just stare at each other
for a dozen minutes at time
as if our features were a French painting
done by an existentialistic artist, trying
so hard to create the beauty he cannot find for himself.
And how I would stare into the ocean of your eyes
grasping your fingers as our very presence
gave each other lysergic bliss.
Before language.