i may not imagine a world
where waves curling along the lakeside
are void of truth,
flux, warping of rock
dimensions through shifted occurrence.
flow, continuous, samsara, the cyclical
wheel of becoming
spins ever onward
until five dollars buys a gallon of gas
until everyone is a pedestrian
until six worlds are wearied,
until mythologies collide.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
i may not imagine a world
where waves curling along the lakeside
are void of truth,
flux, warping of rock
dimensions through shifted occurrence.
flow, continuous, samsara, the cyclical
wheel of becoming
spins ever onward
until five dollars buys a gallon of gas
until everyone is a pedestrian
until six worlds are wearied,
until mythologies collide.
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