Whenever I see
Mothballs rolling over
To sublime inside
The ***** of
My closet,
I reach in
And touch its coarseness,
The roughness of size;
How come it withdrew
Itself to the world
By shrinking its
Speculations.
Strange though,
but a thought
Came to my mind:
Its state
Is similar
To a feat
Such as mine.
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 1:20 AM UTC
Whenever I see
Mothballs rolling over
To sublime inside
The ***** of
My closet,
I reach in
And touch its coarseness,
The roughness of size;
How come it withdrew
Itself to the world
By shrinking its
Speculations.
Strange though,
but a thought
Came to my mind:
Its state
Is similar
To a feat
Such as mine.