as I do I stand to bother
with thoughts of clouds
that rise from rubble all around
yet my mind wanders upward
I stifle sounds to stand in cold
and beckon yearning so abound
this little thing that I would mould
though all is fire all around
these sirens haunting so profound
are whispers falling to the ground
and here I bother lest confound
with markings soldiered and unwound
instead of spoonfed thoughtforms "found"
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
as I do I stand to bother
with thoughts of clouds
that rise from rubble all around
yet my mind wanders upward
I stifle sounds to stand in cold
and beckon yearning so abound
this little thing that I would mould
though all is fire all around
these sirens haunting so profound
are whispers falling to the ground
and here I bother lest confound
with markings soldiered and unwound
instead of spoonfed thoughtforms "found"
