Water born
Paper rip
Let the table tip
Time will pass
Matter
Mass
to life we ever grip
Fevered fury
Of the mind
And to the earth we bind
Ease of thought
And nothing sought
With nothing left to find
How of you to fester so
And Where of you to go
Mortal
Moral
Mailable
With seeds you cannot sow
So
Do let slip
The wasting fear
The darkness
And unknown
The vine
Has snaked and blossomed thus
With nowhere left to grow.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
Water born
Paper rip
Let the table tip
Time will pass
Matter
Mass
to life we ever grip
Fevered fury
Of the mind
And to the earth we bind
Ease of thought
And nothing sought
With nothing left to find
How of you to fester so
And Where of you to go
Mortal
Moral
Mailable
With seeds you cannot sow
So
Do let slip
The wasting fear
The darkness
And unknown
The vine
Has snaked and blossomed thus
With nowhere left to grow.