They pass without time
Through the glaring white light
That blue chair stuck there wavering wobbling
And then still
Finally still
Forever still
As the light slices through
Spreading and cutting
Vicious and precise
Those jabs of pity and melancholy
That we send out to space to crush those stars
So burdened from our failing wishes
And shredded by the fading hope
Of all the people watching the red sunrise
Drip off the stars
And into their waiting palms,
The beads gliding down
All the life lines of this world
To finally seep into rest
In a cool shady dusk.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
They pass without time
Through the glaring white light
That blue chair stuck there wavering wobbling
And then still
Finally still
Forever still
As the light slices through
Spreading and cutting
Vicious and precise
Those jabs of pity and melancholy
That we send out to space to crush those stars
So burdened from our failing wishes
And shredded by the fading hope
Of all the people watching the red sunrise
Drip off the stars
And into their waiting palms,
The beads gliding down
All the life lines of this world
To finally seep into rest
In a cool shady dusk.
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