Friday, February 29, 2008
Slow, as they stream from their class
His gaze cold
Mind blank
Oppressing silence of the laughter,
No movements anew.
Gliding with the current
A sea of blue and gray.
And gently shoving,
to get out of the fray.
His eyes alight
Shadows bright.
Let them go past him.
Tombstones of white
placed in squares of black,
In front.
Melodious notes of
structures and definitions,
Sweet trill in
fractions and halves.
See them
motionless, still
Heart mechanism beating in slow time,
Dark spidery prints etched onto the mind.
A lonely tunnel of light
Flight of life,
Your only ticket.
And breath frozen,
walk stiff
echos of dreams aplenty adrift.
Strengthen weak wills
Razor-blade wits unused.
Gleam in his eye,
Dry is his throat.
To accustomed homo sapiens not be,
His heart crying out,
and him afraid.
To choose what's right,
And of more service be.
Labels: delirious, nothingness, tiredness
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