He stares at death,
the circles in his face
embracing him
"But my wife!"
cries the man,
death shakes his head, No
"My children!" he shouts,
Death is silent
"I...I still have things to do here."
No, he reaches out
Warm elastic waves
engulf him
rippling through infinity,
circles of circles
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
He stares at death,
the circles in his face
embracing him
"But my wife!"
cries the man,
death shakes his head, No
"My children!" he shouts,
Death is silent
"I...I still have things to do here."
No, he reaches out
Warm elastic waves
engulf him
rippling through infinity,
circles of circles
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