Casting about for a reason I sink a plumb line into the firmament My wings have been cut But still I build my edifice . In it there will be a menagerie And a fountain Exotic birds, an aviary And a throne room I am the lord of this, my castle Yet the animals do […]
Month: December 2014
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Technology of such elegance and simplicity It escapes all notice Until you see it And seeing, need
Erupted
These layers of old wounds pile up and in a weak moment erupt Collapsing A series of fires A nod to the angels A truckful of illusions In silence we go on, changed Untold stories ripple out across the water upsetting the bobbing flotsam in a left-handed kind of Silence
Lost in Mist 