Untitled - February 4, 2008

Tue, 09/02/2014 - 17:30 -- zara

I dream of building pyramids

of solid stone that

will live forever

gleaming bright and golden

in the desert sun

by the banks of

a wide wide river

muddy and fast and


passing by farmlands

engorged and green

resting tranquil and lazy

outside of anthills —


busy and close and


I dream of pyramids.

With my hands I

build them

tall and shining.

I dream too that

they fall.

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