Hands will half cross shadows
only passing under.
Through the arch
of undecided plights & paths
-And land still owns the roots of objects
cast. Into the light, into the absent.
Of the bright not only eyes can see.. that.
size is of the Brain.
it's sad that has no senses
taste the tears, the waning salts-
my doll, you've cried!
how cute. it's different from the mind.
just hold your tongue and know you've tried.
You've tried your best
(I guess)
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Hands will half cross shadows
only passing under.
Through the arch
of undecided plights & paths
-And land still owns the roots of objects
cast. Into the light, into the absent.
Of the bright not only eyes can see.. that.
size is of the Brain.
it's sad that has no senses
taste the tears, the waning salts-
my doll, you've cried!
how cute. it's different from the mind.
just hold your tongue and know you've tried.
You've tried your best
(I guess)
