Within the silence of the Earth
My sleep is suddenly, relentlessly *****
By the squawking of a newborn hammer
I arise to look into my eyes of scorn
My life's reflection sees ahead of me
If I could but read its mind
I would know this person
Staring through my soul
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 7:52 AM UTC
Within the silence of the Earth
My sleep is suddenly, relentlessly *****
By the squawking of a newborn hammer
I arise to look into my eyes of scorn
My life's reflection sees ahead of me
If I could but read its mind
I would know this person
Staring through my soul
