Wed, 02/25/2015 - 06:29 -- KQC888


The spiders tell me fables, and watch my eyes fall to rest

The music of the sky lulling me into a resting wake

The smiling clouds making a story in shapes and picture frames

While the ivy colored blanket of the grass becomes full

To embrace the widest form possible.

In the wind comes a silver fraction, and I sit closer

Gazing, breaking into a new face


Broken into forms unknown,

I embrace,

And I stand to run the reversal of times place

Feeling the soreness of the Earth’s quake

Flightless, I find myself lacking in execution

Slow and stuck, pacing in circles marked before

And I turn stricken with knowledge of the drumming sound.

I hide.

But graceful arms catch me as I crawl,

To caress my troubled state with love.

I walk, and eat the sprouted berries transformed from the frowns

Inner perception breaking past the fire of restraint

And I fly,

Into violins. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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