the page shivers under my pen
like soil when the dam breaks
it knows it must change
like tinder to my flame
inhaling, i consume it
and make it a starry night
but keeping my ears, to hear the light
swell and ebb out
beside all hope and along all doubt
my brush paints the darkness, colourful
and knows it is not ugly, knows it is not cruel
but oriented
towards the last ocean
where the world
is but a molecule among it's
infinite
directions.
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
the page shivers under my pen
like soil when the dam breaks
it knows it must change
like tinder to my flame
inhaling, i consume it
and make it a starry night
but keeping my ears, to hear the light
swell and ebb out
beside all hope and along all doubt
my brush paints the darkness, colourful
and knows it is not ugly, knows it is not cruel
but oriented
towards the last ocean
where the world
is but a molecule among it's
infinite
directions.
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